“Can I do it right now?” “Sure,” she said proudly, “Ryan is just finishing up with a client. It’ll be a few minutes.” “Ah. Ryan?” I asked, confused by the masculine name. “Yes,” she said with a smile, “He’s very good. Deep tissue.” She made a kneading motion in the air with her hands, then continued; “Have a seat, it’ll only take a moment.” I stepped backwards and sat down on one of the comfy-looking chairs, pleased to find that it was indeed comfortable, but baffled as to whether I was going about things the right way. Was Ryan just a code name for something? Was I even in the right place? I looked up at the wall to my right and saw a photo framed there. In it, a square-jawed middle-aged man with short, dark hair and bulging muscles smiled for the camera. “Massage Therapist of the Month” read the small plaque underneath the photo, followed by the name “Ryan”. The picture seemed to have been taken in this very room, with the same decorations and teal-colored walls behind “Ryan” as were behind me now. I was beginning to have serious doubts about whether I japanese really wanted to go through with this massage. What if it wasn’t the kind of “massage” I had been looking for. What if it was, and Ryan was the administrator of said “massage”. I stood up to approach the desk, preparing to cancel my impromptu appointment, when I saw the beaded curtain part. A middle-aged woman with heavy bags under her eyes strode into the room, followed by Ryan himself, who was wearing the same white polo as in the photo on the wall. “Alright, Miss Hamilton,” he said in a deep, friendly voice, “Have a good day. And remember what I said about those insoles. They’ll go a long way with helping your back pain.” “Thank you so much, Ryan,” Miss Hamilton replied, “You always do a wonderful job.” “It’s my pleasure” Ryan said, and smiled warmly. The woman reached into the handbag hanging from her shoulder and pulled out a credit card, then turned to pay the woman at desk. I was staring in disbelief when my thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice, causing me to jump. “Mr. Philips?” Ryan was standing beside me, extending an outstretched hand to offer a handshake. “Uhhh,” was all I could muster. The door opened and Miss Hamilton stepped out. “I’m Ryan, I’ll be your massage therapist today,” he said, smiling and offering his hand to me again. “Uhh, hi,” I replied, my mind reeling as I shook his hand limply, “I think there might have been a mistake.” “I’m sorry? A mistake?” Ryan seemed as puzzled as I was. I stood up and pushed past Ryan, approaching the desk. I lowered my voice and whispered to the woman behind it, trying my best to be polite and inconspicuous. “Sorry, but i-is this the only massage therapist you have?” “Yes, Ryan is here Thursday through Saturday,” she said without missing a beat, “Martin is only here on Sunday, asian Tuesday, and Wednesday. Why? Is everything okay?” “Martin?” I turned back to look at Ryan, who was watching me with a blank expression. I lowered my voice again, this time to a whisper. Stephanie’s face flushed and she studiously turned her head back towards Megan. “Today is going to be a great day,” I said to myself. Wendy looked up at me and smiled as she took two fingers and scooped some of the cum and her juices out of her well fucked pussy and licked her fingers clean. Mr. Franklin added that his skills perhaps went further than legitimate google searches and he had discretely encouraged those skills on occasion. It was for asian their physics class, where they had do demonstrate how certain forces worked. I knew she’d be too anxious to use the couch on night two. Little by little his thrusts become more frequently. After sitting in my room for about twenty minutes and contemplating what I had done, I had calmed down quite a bit. Steve didn’t let the alarm repeat itself. He hoped it was garters with stockings. I went and got it and went back to the sun lounger. He shrugs. japanese “We need to talk,” he said calmly, and she ignored again. Ah, there was simply nothing quite so beautiful as youth! Something sticky is trickling down the inside of my leg. “I just picked up a few things from her, I guess.” I sighed, turning to Jade. Mom was still out of it. Finally, they grabbed the dress from both sides and pulled it hard. I asked. I went to his chambers that night. The response was immediate. What if she runs?" Mrs. Baker attached her gaze back to Nicole. I was lost. She wanted to kick that version of him in the balls. “You join me and my... friends... next weekend.