I worked my way to the bedroom to get dressed. Not having any women'sclothes to speak of I put on an old pair of baggy male jeans, a hoodedsweatshirt ...nd a pair of sneakers. I then had a cup of coffee in thekitchen. Thru the window I could see that Steve was at the curb. I put ona baseball cap a put the hood over my head and put on a pair ofsunglasses. I didn't want to be recognized if I ran into one of myneighbors. I locked up and Steve helped me into the car.Steve then asked me how I slept. I have been giving massage treatments to my clients over the last couple of years, and most of my clients are referred to me by word of mouth. The majority (90%) of my clients are women, so I have to control my sexual urges sometimes. After reading my previous experiences, I received many enquires, some were just pretending, some were looking out for contacts, some were asking me for jobs, among those was a mail from a husband, who decided to hire me to give his wife a well needed soothing. Lemme guess, if I?d pressed for your name wouldyou have said Carly?" Carly said. "So what is it, a lost bet?" Not quite..." Carl started. "It actually started because of you." Because of me? You?re not going to tell me that some of my clothes endedup in your laundry basket, right?" Carly asked. "Cause that?s a boundarybreaker for sure." Oh, no, nothing like that," Carl replied. "You were supposed to get amakeover for Valentine?s Day, right?"Carly?s eyes widened and she started to stifle a. I think I began to moan as his hands worked deep into my thighs and up to my lower back, and I was feeling amazing. This was the best massage I had ever received and my body told me so, with a semi hard-on. He said, "I'm going to climb onto the table so I can get deeper into your back." I didn’t really pay attention to what he said because of the pleasure I was feeling. I felt his hands making long strokes up and down my legs and over my ass to my back. I think I felt his hands moving further.