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I love you too. He reminded her, "It's time for our massage, your masseur is all ready." He led her towards the massage bed he had prepared, gently took off her clothes, and told her to lie on her belly. Afterward, he began to massage her shoulders as slowly as possible before going lower. "Wow, I never knew getting a massage could feel this nice," Ivy said. "Oh, trust me. You wouldn't have enjoyed it as much if it was done by someone else. Your husband is putting in extra care." Daniel bragged.

Ava looked at her bro pointing at the jar of water on the coffee table in the mini space used as living room in the wide room. "Oh... You want water?" Ava asked, and Matt nodded his head. "Yes" Matt said. "Wait, I will get it for you," Ava said, walking towards the coffee table, while she was scolding Matt for being careless. "You just came out from a serious surgery, so you can not move anyhow you want," Ava said. "Chtt... says the person that ran around even when she was injured seriously four years ago," Matt said. Ava was reminded of their mother when she was still alive.

Spencer asked as she moaned before opening her eyes to take a sip from the wine glass beside her. "This is the sweetest massage I have ever received in my life," she said with a smile. Spencer stared at her in surprise, "really? I never knew I was that good. Should I change my line of business? Tell me though, how many massages have you received before this one?" Tisha smiled, "none actually." Spencer threw his head back and laughed, "and I thought I was something special." "You are," Tisha replied. "You are the most special man in the world, darling. And you need to know that no massage can beat this one, not because of any skill but because it's done by you, the person I love most in the w

" Jessica I am sorry. I made an assumption when I should not have. I insulted and belittled you. Please can you find it in your heart to forgive me" Jessica nodded and closed her eyes. She did not want to Indulge herself with her lovers wife. Jessica felt a mesous rub her belly, it was a pregnancy massage and she smiled that Mark had booked her for this. Another mesous rubbed her shoulders and neck. Jessica was in heaven. A face mask was applied to her delicate face, with two round cucumber circles to her eyes. She enjoyed the pampering. Soft beatoven music played in the background, calming Jessica into a light sleep.

Emmy shook her head, “No, your face is very beautiful. I cannot even compare it with mine.” Being complimented by the wife placed Vince in a good mood. His eyes brightened as he looked on, “What is it then?” “I have realized that you are always so busy, you literally have no time to go to the gym or even get a massage.” Vince looked at her and narrowed his eyes, “Your point?” “Haha, you know, I am very good at giving massages, if you want to, I can give you a massage after you are done with your job, but of course, at a small f*e.”

The truth was, no one had ever rejected her! Leaning on the wall, she said in a hushed voice, “Don’t you want to give it a go, Mason? I dare say that I have a hotter body than your wife does! I’m more fun than she can be, too.” He took his time washing and drying his hands. The club was blaring some loud music as he said politely, “Not at all! My wife’s breasts feel way more natural! Also, I don’t like women who are too pushy.”

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

Everything was white, serene, endlessly luxurious. Then the St. James women entered. Within ten minutes: Genevieve questioned the massage therapist’s credentials (“Do you have experience with decades of trauma or just knots?”) Mercedes fell asleep during her steam facial and scared the staff. Abigail requested a fertility-boosting massage and freaked out when the therapist said, “We’ll focus on your womb energy.” Ruth prayed quietly during her deep tissue massage (“Lord, please don't let this woman crack my spine like a glow stick.”)

“I can take care of you. I can make all your aches and pains go away. I can do anything you want me to do…if you just let me in.” I sat outside on the balcony with the phone to my ear. My wife was in the bathtub, soaking for hours after I gave her a massage that practically made her come. The heat in Italy was unforgivable because the humidity was killer, but this was still my favorite season, so I basked in the warmth after the sun set over the horizon.

But to my surprise, she responded in an extremely gentle manner. Casually, she said, "I can help you if you want it. I'm your wife. What are you afraid of?" I felt the tension leave my body immediately. I waved my hands repeatedly, saying, "No, that's not necessary. Let's get back to watching the movie." The scenes on the television became increasingly explicit, to the point that my entire body began to burn with heat. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a warm and snug sensation of being enveloped down below. It came with a sucking motion, accompanied by something slick and tender sliding all over me.