Your Weekly Massage
A substitude masseur strokes your fantasies.Laying on your tummy, naked, you wait for your weekly massage. Much toyour chagrin, in walks a substitute for your normal masseur. You quicklytry to cover up with a towel but fail as it is caught under you. Totallyembarrassed, you give up, as he greets you with a smile. He is tall anddark, broad shouldered, with intelligent blue eyes, strong looking armsand hands.He asks, "What will it be today? Shoulders? Full body or somethingspecial?" Again he...