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Sexy Rachel Steele owned The House Of Pampering Men. This was a massage parlor with an excellent reputation. One of her many assistants was a young lady named Stephanie. In reality, neither of them had the welfare of the male species at heart. They much preferred using the parlor to take advantage of them both physically and financially. Such was the case with one Mr. Chaos. He came trustingly to Rachel - seeking a massage and some pampering to ease his persistent back ache. His meeting with Rachel went very well. She was attractive and friendly and very thorough in explaining to him the sort of treatments he would be getting. She also displayed a lot of ample cleavages - which Mr. Chaos certainly did not object to. He could never have guessed what wicked and devious intentions lurked behind that fair facade of hers. Indeed, everything seemed perfectly rosy as he sat in the parlor's foyer waiting to be summoned for his massage session. For refreshment, Rachel had given him an unusual but delicious drink which he sipped eagerly. No sooner had he finished it than Stephanie came to see him. Mr. Chaos again received a favorable impression. The bespectacled Stephanie was polite and very appealing. All seemed right with the world as he followed her to his room. On the way, he took pleasure in the sight of her legs clad in knee-high boots. Shortly after, naked except for a towel around his waist, he lay back on a table in expectation of a perfectly conventional massage. Rachel had rejoined him by this point, and the combination of hers and Stephanie's sweet and reassuring manner put him in an almost Zen-like state of relaxation. Although Mr. Chaos did not know it, the drink that Rachel had given him was a contributing factor. Slyly she had spiked it with a special pill that would make Mr. Chaos weak and drowsy. As soon as she knew it had taken effect, she and Stephanie switched from being nice masseuses to no-nonsense dominas with startling suddenness. Mr. Chaos did not know what hit him, and never would. One moment Rachel had been patting his shoulder; the next she had clamped her hand over his mouth and ordered Stephanie to cuff his ankles and wrists to the table and fit him with a ball-gag so that he did not become noisy and bothersome. Meanwhile, Rachel noticed her pet slave spying on them from across the room. He was a former client over whom she had come to dominate entirely. He even lived at the parlor. Rachel thought so little of him that she often forgot he was there. Now, however, she decided to bring him into the fun she and Stephanie were having with Mr. Chaos. What followed was a merciless display of teasing and mockery on both women's part. Having changed her top for a tight PVC corset and elbow-length gloves, Stephanie began rubbing her hands over Mr. Chaos' chest and stomach. Sometimes she took hold of his cock and gave a few rough, playful tugs. Through his ball-gag, he groaned in a constant mixture of confusion and distress. Rachel, on the other hand, was focused on her pathetic voyeur slave. She knew that he had a thing for her silky pantyhose, so she lifted the hem of her outfit and gave him a good long look at them. Running her hands sensually across their smooth surface, she told him how she had been sitting down in them for eight long hours - until they acquired the scent of her leather office chair. Although Rachel turned him on with such evocative details, she also strove to torment and frustrate him as much as possible. He had to understand that she was his superior and that he must obey her at all times. To that end, she climbed onto the table with Mr. Chaos and straddled her face with her hose-clad crotch. The slave yearned to be in his place but was forbidden any direct involvement. Aside from toying with Mr. Chaos for their amusement, Rachel and Stephanie subjected him to various other of the slave's fantasies. Thus, in their way, each man suffered. One was being used against his will; the other was being deprived of something he desperately wanted. Rachel pulled out all the stops in tease and denial. At the same time as ordering the slave to jerk himself off, she set Stephanie to work stroking her PVC-gloved hand up and down Mr. Chaos’s cock. Everything Stephanie did to him, the slave was to imagine being done to itself. However, Rachel refused him permission to come. Always she was in charge. As the session went on, it grew increasingly intense and sensual. Rachel showed off her cleavage and plenty more of her legs and butt. Stephanie did likewise. Instead of a hose, she wore fishnet stockings and lacy panties. Mr. Chaos got to feel the latter as she sat over his cock, deftly brushing her crotch back and forth along its hard length. Later still, the two women get down to business. While Stephanie took off her knee-high boots and used her bare feet to give the dazed Mr. Chaos a foot job, Rachel stripped down to her lingerie and presented him with a face full of her heaving breasts. Being jerked-off jerked off and XXXX at the same time caused him to moan more loudly than ever. All the while the slave looked on, filled with envy, needing to cum but afraid to incur his mistress's displeasure. For extra teasing, Rachel took an occasional lick and .suck of Mr. Chaos’s cock. She even nipped the tip of it with her teeth. Finally, straddling Mr. Chaos's face once more, she leaned forward and wrapped her palm around his cock. Stephanie did the same from her position sitting between his legs. Together, the two women gave him the mother of all handjobs. They varied their pace from oozingly slow to furiously fast and stimulated his most subtle nerve endings by deftly brushing them with their nails. For a moment, it seemed as if they were going to bring Mr. Chaos straight off. But that was a deliberate lead-on. First, they wanted him - and the slave - to give them the PINs to their bank accounts. It took some serious edging to instill in the men such a desperate need to cum that they were prepared to give such up details. In the end, however, Rachel and Stephanie succeeded. The result was Mr . Chaos’s erupting his creamy load all over their united hands - one clad in PVC in PVC, the other bare. With the go-ahead from Rachel, the slave was finally free to jerk himself to release at the same time. Afterward, Rachel and Stephanie looked disdainfully upon their latest male victim. Mr. Chaos was still in a world of his own. The slave was as pathetic as ever. Nevertheless, they had better get their breath back soon. After all, Rachel had a lot more sexy assistants ready to milk them of their cum - and their money.