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After the older daughter and her mother left the room, I heard the daughter talking to the two staff ladies and in moments they were in my room with wash cloths and towels. They said that the therapist wasn't speaking and just sat quietly a few moments ago. The first question was "did Mrs. XXXXX touch your cock? Did you blow a load on her?" As they were speaking both were using wash cloths to wipe me, but that only got off the top layer, so they both at some time started to massaging the oil into my skin. From mid-thigh to a few inches below my belly button got the oil spill, with my cock and balls still glistening from a mix of her oil goo and my man goo. They thought somehow I had lost control and just let loose.

I learned that the daughter and the therapist had left for the mother's home, and they had called the younger daughter to come over to Mom's home. At that moment, I thought I would be banned forever.

Meanwhile, back at my dick, the older receptionist/bookkeeper and 25ish assistant, continued to wipe and rub, and to my great glee, with all this attention, my cock decided to reappear in full. It had never gone back into hibernation but it had softened with all the excitement in my room. Both worked on it rubbing the oil and acting like rolling my balls in their hands or yanking my now very erect cock up and down was something they did every day. I wish.

I asked them to stop for a minute and explained they were driving me crazy. If they were trying to get me off again, please recognize it will take a while for my gun to reload---after all I am not 13 anymore when I could get off several times an hour with the right photo of Betty Page, the few ones that showed pubic hair. I think a lot of guys my age still remember the first time they saw those photos. We had all seen hundreds with her great boobs and ass, but figured she was too classy to ever show bush. Were we wrong---there are maybe 50 including some spreads.

Anyway, my cock was at full attention as we talked, and it looked shiny and happy. I explained that I would love it if they would help me relieve my erection, but if they were just cleaning me up, please stop and get some soap and water to clean me up. The floor they were on did not have a shower. I lifted my ass and they pulled out the oil-soaked towel and sheet, and together we put new ones under me. As my friend just stood pointing up and occasionally jumping, obviously wanting attention, we discussed what happened and how the lovely, very professional therapist of 60+ never meant to pour oil all over my sex and then yank me in an action that had been a fantasy for years now. Hell, I would have been very pleased if she just accidently touched me on my hairy parts once and a while.

To my surprise, they disagreed and thought she had been wanting to do it but her conscience told her she could not and still be a professional therapist. They had heard her say that she liked me as a patient because I offered her a view and entertainment. They all liked to see an erection, they said, and they did not get many male patients and those that came were kept covered or, worse yet, wore their underwear. Both of these ladies had touched my cock before several times each, but not to the point of me ejaculating. They had seen me get there myself, but not with them doing it all the way. I hope that makes sense. The older receptionist said that she thought that all three ladies, knowing me as well as they did, would gladly help me with a manual release whenever I asked as long as there was no chance of other patients discovering us.

I countered that one reason I didn't think this was deliberate by the therapist was that her daughter was helping. I could maybe see her doing it when we were alone, after all we were very good friends who not only knew a lot about each other, we had shared some secrets. I had told the therapist I had a fantasy of her subtly touching my sex, then doing more and more, until she was openly helping me climax. I did not mention the blow job that would come with it.

About a half hour had passed, the erection was still hard to miss, but I was cleaned up front and backside of my oil bath. That alone was worth $$$$ to have it done again, by the way. I asked the ladies if they would now help me reach an orgasm. They left, talked a few minutes, and then said that they could not leave me like this but both needed to call home to tell them they were going to be late. It was well after 8pm, if I remembered. When these two ladies returned they were touching and teasing, and rolling my balls in their hands and sliding my skin up over my cockhead and down but they used no oil. It was great and wonderful and I moaned in appreciation. I loved the oil but that was a quick and easy way.

The younger lady said for me to close my eyes, and she laid a warm, damp washcloth over my eyes and turned off the lights. In moments someone was licking my balls, and a warm mouth embraced my cock. It was all so slow it was wonderful and frustrating at once. I was moving my hips and several times one mouth would pull off only to have another take its place. Once there was a noise and to my shock I could see the overhead lights come on. I did not see but heard them both stand up suddenly so I peaked from under my washcloth and it was the black lady housekeeper, probably in her thirties, and she was staring at my cock now pulsing. She had no idea we were there and the lights were off. She apologized for disturbing us, and the older receptionist explained that we were all friends and this was a special thank you to me for something I had done. The young assistant asked if she would like to join us, which surprised me. The housekeeper was still looking at my dick, and took a step forward and gave it a squeeze. She complimented me on my pretty dick, and said she had to go and finish her job. She left, the lights went out and the oral festival resumed. Soon, however one of the ladies said softly to the other, it was getting late and since I had already ejaculated a while ago, this might take a long time. I didn't understand the answer but moments later I felt a hand on my balls and then a mouth take me all the way in. It felt wonderful. But when she lifted up, she sucked it all back again immediately and then began a very rapid, fantastic very juicy suckjob. I quickly realized this was getting the desired results when suddenly I felt someone's finger up my ass, probing and then pumping to match the pace on my cock. In moments I shot out my second load of the evening and I think they both took turns getting some of the reward juice, although it was decidedly less that I shot earlier in the evening. I would have gladly paid $1,000 if could have just gone to sleep at that moment, but no, I had to get up, get dressed and go home for dinner. I was also hoping that my wife would not be in the garage naked with just a garter belt, stocking and heels, her signal she wants to be fucked. Sometimes after dark, she will greet me on the driveway---which we both are excited by----but this is safer. I hit the remote for the garage door which turns on the overhead light and suddenly she is there. She knows our next door neighbor Bill, his wife Betty or their preteen son Willy can see her but we think the likelihood is small. What a night, surely one of the best for me.