Reaching the door, he opened it and stepped inside. It was dimly lit anda large open room with smaller stalls off to each side. He knew that shehad to...be in one of the stalls so he began to walk down the stalls,looking inside each of them.Near the end of the stalls, he peeked into one of the open stalls and hefound her. She was standing with her back to him as she lifted a largebale of hay with ease and stacked it on top of another. He couldn't evenimagine having to work that hard or being able. Nails painted. Carrying a drink. Wine. Turned again. Then he became furious with himself because when he finally managed to force his eyes open she was gone. Oh for fuck sake. Really?He was compelled to do something. Like him being there, the next thirty or so seconds were compulsory because he understood taking every chance you got. No matter how remote. So he launched himself up from the sofa towards the door carrying the image of her in his head. And let’s not do the same boring questions. "I'm married to the man you call your father," she gasped, her breathing now coming in pants."So?" he asked, his kisses and touching becoming even more erotic and arousing. "I got in the pants of his last wife. Why should I let something like that stop me." But she's your..." Other little whore," he finished it. I lied when I said I only nailed her that once. I've done her dozens of times. Whenever she gets lonely she comes to my room. Or should I say she cums in my room." he smiled."But .... She felt herself becoming looser the girl's hands rubbed her back and shoulders. The experience felt like magic. As the masseur continued to work and caress her body, all of Carla's worries and inhibitions seemed to just float away. She was in a dream world and it felt great."I'm now going to work on the rest of your body." the masseur said casually.Carla could feel the girls hand start to work their way south, rubbing the oils into her lower back and hips. The feeling seemed almost sensual as.