She is of olive complexion standing a little over 5’7 curvy build but definitely not overweight, with bright brown eyes with golden flecks. Wearing ... turquoise halter, low backed dress and a smile that lit up the room. Her rusty red hair hung down touching the base of her lower back.She walks over dragging her fingers over my shoulders as she pulls me close. She looks in my eyes as we start swaying to beat. As our bodies press against one another she closes her eyes and slowly leans in softly. I did not pay any attention as he told me about the knots and stiff joints he had identified while checking my body. Then he told me to lie down on the massage bed on my stomach side. He started by applying the oil and massaging my feet. Then the shin areas of my legs, then calf, knee area, and came to thighs.Once he had come to my thigh areas, the touch and the massage were different. I was feeling a bit strange. It was more like a seduction massage. I got a boner in my paper-made underwear. I tried to get her to be my girlfreind countless times but she insisted we stayed friends. One night while at her house, I left my phone in her room on purpouse when I went downstairs to leave. As we got outside, I told her I left my phone in her room, so I went to go get it. As I climbed her stairs all I could think about was to get a pair of panties in my face, get her sweet pussy sent in my nose, and her soft underwear on my cock. I was rock hard. As soon as I got into her room I lifted her. "So who are they?" I asked Lamia, snapping her out of her thoughts."Oh, right. They're followers of the Ghost of Paris, whomever that is. They've been here for a few months, carving out the Skeletal Forest as their domain. They're crafty. Their scouts can turn invisible and they dress like cheerleaders." Cheerleaders?" I blinked."That doesn't matter. We need to go and get her back," Chantelle said, passion in her voice. "Lamia, you promised to help us." I will send some of our forces with you,".