Sunday Morning and Paying Your Debts

“Nelli says she came to the pictures from last night while she was trying to eat breakfast,” Sabrina snorted as she grinned, setting her phone down.

“I still can’t believe I let you send those,” Gemma groaned, but she was smiling a little so her regret couldn’t be that large.

The pictures in question had been of your cock coming all over Gemma’s slightly gaping pussy, the cum dripping from her asshole to her clit, and then Sabrina licking it up. There hadn’t been any identifying features shown so it wasn’t any sort of risk, but they were definitely the first pictures you’d sent to someone who hadn’t already been in bed with the three of you.

“They were hot,” Sabrina said, gesturing with her fork as it had a bite-sized hunk of breakfast sausage on it. “And she obviously appreciated it. Maybe she’ll do a whole sexy video about loving what your pussy looks like.”

You snorted and then chuckled, shaking your head. “Sabrina, I don’t think I’ve ever met more people who were kinky and sexually open in my entire life than I have since we started flirting.”

“That’s just what you think,” Sabrina smirked. “You don’t know how many of the people you met actually were kinky and sexually open, and you just didn’t give off the right vibes. But, to be fair, I wasn’t really giving off those vibes either until you made me feel safe to do so.”

“Same, though I’m the most normal of us,” Gemma smirked.

“Anal Queen,” Sabrina fake coughed.

Gemma had the good grace to blush at that point.

The three of you continued to eat and chat, though the conversation pivoted to the mock trial. You had one last day to get your shit in order, and you were going to be meeting Eric at your place in the afternoon. Thankfully the shortlist of things to get done had dwindled significantly in the last 48 hours and you were feeling nervous but prepared.

Once you’d finished breakfast, you gathered up the plates and Gemma joined you in washing the dishes quickly while Sabrina disappeared into the bedroom ‘to prepare,’ which she said in a slightly ominous voice. That gave you time to flirt with Gemma - not sexually, but just for fun. Letting her know how much you were attracted to her, and appreciated her. She flirted right back, giving you little smiles, and flipping her hair as she glanced at you, and gave you little touches and laughs.

It just felt good to be with her.

Once the two of you had everything cleaned up, you decided to bite the bullet and headed back to the bedroom and knocked on the closed door. “Ready in there, baby?” you asked.

“One sec!” Sabrina called.

You glanced back at Gemma and shrugged, and she shrugged back, then the door got yanked open in front of you and Sabrina was standing there in just her housecoat as she draped herself on the doorway.

“Welcome to Spa de Nude, I hope you’ll have a relaxing visit,” she said in her lower, sexy voice.

“I don’t think that’s the correct phrasing in French,” Gemma chuckled.

“I’m trying to be sexy without being too sexy, let me have this,” Sabrina said.

“OK, OK,” Gemma giggled. “I would love a visit to ‘Spa de Nude.’”

Sabrina winked at you and then stepped past you, taking Gemma by the hands. “My name is Suzette, and I’ll be your coquettish French masseuse,” Sabrina said as she led Gemma into the bedroom. “This, of course, is Hans. He’s here for the deep tissue massage.”

“Mmm,” Gemma smirked, tracing a hand over your chest as she was pulled past you. “Hello, Franz.”

“Hans,” Sabrina corrected her.

“I’m so sorry,” Gemma grinned. “Hans.”

Sabrina had the window shade drawn down tight and the room was lit up with a dozen candles, and she’d stripped down the bed and covered it with neatly layered towels. The golden glow of the candles already gave the room an intimate feel, but the addition of several sweet-smelling candles burning at the same time and a nature track playing over her Bluetooth speaker added to the whole vibe.

“Now, Madame,” Sabrina said, still using what could only be described as an awful French accent. “It is time for you to disrobe, but Hans and I know that this can be a nervous experience, even for a woman as beautiful as you, so we shall go first, yes?”

“That would be lovely,” Gemma said, trying to keep in her giggles.

“Hans, chop chop,” Sabrina said.

You had to suppress your own chuckles as you quickly stripped out of your T-shirt, shorts and then socks so that you were naked. Then Sabrina nodded as if she were an employer who was mildly amused by the ‘OK’ job her employee had done, and she slowly undid the tie on her robe before flinging it off in a dramatic display.

“The human body is a temple, and we shall worship it,” she said.

Gemma couldn’t help it and let out a little snort. Her chest was heaving with suppressed laughter and she was biting her jaw shut tightly trying to keep it in.

“Now it is your turn, Madame,” Sabrina said. “Hans, help our beautiful client if you please.”

Gemma pulled off her tank top and allowed you to undo her bra for her and you took them both, folding them carefully and setting them aside on the dresser. She was already out of her panties when you turned back around and you played into the act by folding them neatly as well.

“Excellent,” Sabrina said and then gestured to the bed. “Now, Madame, please assume the position on your bed of clouds.”

Gemma climbed up on the bed, rolling her eyes at Sabrina’s antics, and laid down comfortably on her front. Sabrina turned to the bedside table and picked up a bottle of massage oil - the three of you hadn’t gone this far with a massage before, but the oil definitely made her body pop on camera when you used it and since it was around it had gotten onto Gemma more than once as well. Now she climbed up onto the bed near Gemma’s head and carefully gathered the Australian’s long blonde hair and quickly pulled it into a bun on top of Gemma’s head, keeping it in place with a couple of hair elastics pulled from her wrist.

“Hans, you shall start with her feet, and I shall start with her back,” Sabrina directed.

“Oui oui!” you said, affecting just as terrible a French accent.

“How about we-” Gemma started, but Sabrina shushed her loud and long enough for it to be comedic as she pressed a finger to Gemma’s lips.

“The process has started, Madame,” Sabrina said. “The only noises you may make now are the noises of pleasure.”

Gemma started to say something, but just closed her mouth and shook her head lightly as she grinned.

Sabrina opened the massage oil bottle and spread a squirt of it across Gemma’s shoulders, and then dropped some onto your palms so you could rub them together and warm it up before you stood at the end of the bed and picked up one of Gemma’s feet.

“Let it… begin!” Sabrina declared.

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