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her
shoulder and looked uncertain.
    “Of course. I've got it from here. Thanks.” Bianca smiled
and nodded.
    “You're welcome. Excuse me.” She returned to work.
    Bianca tapped on the door and then slipped inside. Much like the room
she had been in, a shoji screen blocked the view of the room.
Rachel's red robe lay across the chair that sat by the door.
    Even if there were a dozen other red robes in the spa, the sounds
that came from behind the screen were unmistakable-- and hauntingly
similar to the moans she'd heard standing outside the guest shower.
    An equally recognizable voice growled, “Rachel.”
    Bianca held her breath, frozen. She considered retreating. But what
if they heard the door? What if someone walked in? She stood stock
still, unable to make up her mind.
    “Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good.” Roger growled.
    Curiosity got the best of her. She peered through a crack between the
two panels of the screen.
    Roger stood behind Rachel, who was bent over the end of the massage
table. They were both naked. His muscular legs were spread wide, ass
pumping his...
    Oh my...
    Esteban was more than adequate. In fact, Bianca had often held him
back out of fear. But this... The look of ecstasy on Rachel's face as
Roger slammed his cock into her, which to Bianca's eye looked every
bit as large as her purple dildo, was ... intriguing.
    With every impaling stroke, Rachel's eyes widened with shock and then
slitted as he ground the base of his cock into her pussy.
    Bianca slid down into the seat, suddenly hyper aware of her body
swathed only in the robe. Bianca stared at the door. Her imagination
drew vivid pictures of the massage therapist walking in. Certainly
the moans and yells would catch someone's attention?
    They certainly had Bianca's attention. One hand slid into her robe
above the belt of her robe. The other tucked in below.
    “ Ah, Roger, fuck me. Split me
open. Hurt me.”
    He answered with an animalistic grunt.
    Bianca's imagination filled in the pictures that the sounds so
masterfully painted. Her fingers played amongst her wet folds,
stroking her clit and exploring the pleasures she could find inside
herself. With every loud exclamation of joy from behind the screen
her fingers found new ways to stimulate herself. With a soft sigh she
plucked her nipple till it was fully erect and pinched it till it
ached.
    She found her eyes flicking to the door, at once dreading someone
walking in and yet thrilling at the idea. Caution almost sent her to
lock the door.
    “ Fill my ass,” Rachel
panted.
    Oh, my. Bianca had never...
she couldn't even...
    She slid from her chair and crawled to the screen. On hands and knees
she drank in the scene.
    Roger's cock head pressed into the cleft of Rachel's ass. He pushed
and Bianca saw her best friend's face bloom with pain, pleasure and
utter abandon. His strokes started short and easy at first. Back
arching, her hand reached back flexing and clenching silently begging
for more when her voice failed her.
    Bianca's own hand reached back as well, fingers first stopping to
collect some of her own sweet slickness. The tip of her first finger
tested the tightness of her ass. At first the resistance was too
much. But watching the longer and longer strokes Rachel was taking
with thrilled open joy was motivation enough.
    Bianca wanted that.
    Her finger found its way. With a twist of the wrist she found she
could slide her thumb into her cunt.
    Ahhh... oh.
    Roger yelled out announcing his orgasm. Bianca's own crashed through
her, making her elbow go weak. Her body tipped forward, bumping the
screen.
    It swayed. Bianca held her breath.
    “ What the...?”
    Bianca didn't wait. She scrambled up and out, getting herself through
the door just in time.
    ***
    The phone rang and Bianca jumped out of her skin.
    She stared at it. What if it was
Rachel? What if... what if she knew ?
Bianca picked up the phone
    “ Dulce Flor, are you okay?”
    “ I'm... I'm fine.” She
took a breath and did her