A massage turns into a threesome
Already she could feel herself relaxing, and the masseuse had not yet started her ministrations. She lay in a softly lit room, on a massage table, about three feet or more high, but not too narrow. Soft jazz music played from hidden speakers, and next to the table within reach was an ice cold pitcher of water and a glass yet to be filled. The whole atmosphere was conducive to relaxation. Her hair had been casually secured so it did not trail down her back and impede the masseuse’s hands. Behind her she heard the door open and gently close. … Read more