Next day I told him this and asked him whether he could massage my legs and back too.He was reluctant at first and then agreed. To make sure I don’t...spook him off on the first day I wore a normal cotton t-shirt. I lay down flat on my tummy and the moment he placed his hands on my hip, my body shuddered.For the next one week, the routine continued. Massage intervals increased and workouts decreased. Then came the weekend. As my hubby was at home we just worked out normally for 40 minutes and. Anyway, I took the pill on the way home, trying to time it so I could collapse just inside our door, rather than outside. I arrived inside our apartment to find my husband asleep in bed, my dinner in the warming drawer, and two wineglasses on the counter. One empty, one full. I sat down heavily with my dinner, and as I drank the wine, I stared at his empty glass, musing on what I was doing with my life. It wasn't like I'd blown him off for dinner, and yet...it sort of was. Was this spousal. "That's it, honey. Now stroke your wet little clitoris, and build that excitement. Keep your eyes on Lucas there, I think he's ready for the next part of his routine." As if on cue, Lucas got up from his luxurious bed, his erection jutting out in front of him. Eva tensed, stilling her hands, fearing further discovery and exposure. Lucas was oblivious to anything but his engorged shaft, however, and walked across the room to open a boudoir, the inside doors of which were lined with mirrors. He. Wait here, I'll be back in five minutes." I trotted off to the ladies and had a pee. As I exited the cubicle, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, damn, I'd forgotten to put my make-up on, I'd been in such a hurry. I dashed upstairs to find my office empty. The cowardly little sod had disappeared, too scared to face me.I rummaged through the contents of my handbag and found my eye shadow, lipstick and eyeliner. Using the small vanity mirror stuck to the wall above the filing cabinet, I.