My Devious Plan with the Masseur
Tense all over, I booked a masseur. When he arrived, I opened the door—only in my underwear. He was visibly irritated by my half-naked appearance. I invited him in, and before the situation got any more awkward for him, I stripped down completely. I stood splitter-naked in front of him, and his face turned bright red. How sweet! I lay down, and he started the massage. I enjoyed it so much I had to be careful not to fall asleep—that would have been disastrous, because I had a very special plan for him
