See full version for a Sneak Peak preview. STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Part one of MILF1590. 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 wen...

See full version for a Sneak Peak preview. STANDARD DEFINITION VERSION. Part one of MILF1590. 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 cleavage - 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. One 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 to 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 ordered Stephanie to cuff his ankles 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 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 sat 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 on to 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 own amusement, Rachel and Stephanie subjected him to various other of the slave's fantasies. Thus, in their own 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.