Needing
a massage I found a tall, dark and wonderfully attractive masseur. I laid
on my stomach as he massaged my back, his strong hands caressing my body
as I drifted off. Slowly his hands were reaching lower as he slid his
hands under the towel, squeezing my arse, spreading my cheeks and then
up to my breasts. I wanted him to grab them and he did... CONTINUE
