Your Weekly Massage
Laying on your tummy, naked, you wait for your weekly massage. Much to your chagrin, in walks a substitute for your normal masseur. You quickly try to cover up with a towel but fail as it is caught under you. Totally embarrassed, you give up, as he greets you with a smile. He is tall and dark, broad shouldered, with intelligent blue eyes, strong looking arms and hands. He asks, ‘What will it be today? Shoulders? Full body or something special?’ Again he looks at your naked bum with a smile....