Clarice had had enough. She was struggling to let the horrifying memory of the last month and a half be massaged out of her. There was no question that the spa was delightful, but the unsettled former bride-to-be wanted to move on to something else. Her best friend and former maid of honor, Emma, looked up through dazed and relaxed eyes and watched the stunning mocha-skinned Clari sit up on the edge of her table. She murm...

“You cannot be serious!” Emma had been through a lot these last eight days. With only two left on the failed honeymoon turned vacation, her best friend, Clarice, had let a relaxing spa trip become a sexual fun fest. But now the gorgeous American, black-skinned, stunning, former bride, wanted Emma to cross the line she had fought against since first feeling Silas, the masseuse’ hands on her buttocks. Clarice laughed in mis...