Becky’s Massage

This sounds like heaven right about now! 🙂


I found myself collared, chained to my Mistress Becky’s bed post. Oil was supplied and ample towels. Becky was on her belly, nude and prone, awaiting the touch of her masseuse. I took the oil in my hand and rubbed them together to warm the fluid before applying it to her shoulders. Hands worked her knotted and tense muscles until they loosened up. Then I traveled down her spine, working those kinks out as well. Her legs were tight, having stood all day at work and they needed more attention than her back.

I’d left her buttocks for last, kneading it slowly, working more oil in until her crack and sphincter glistened with it. Fingers and thumb worked slowly in circles, finding the holes and pushing inside of them. She moaned and soon she relaxed, allowing her body to finally orgasm after a long hard day at work, dealing with…

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