Javed Sir explained how it is important to sculpt the body by massaging it deeply with oil immediately after a workout to lean the muscles. He got the...oil bottle and rubbed it on my shoulder and left arm.He started pressing it to the extent of hurting. Anvi’s hand reached my oily tricep and pressed it – “Like this?”, she asked Sir. “Yes, exactly madam, maximum pressure”, he responded. She started assisting him on my other arm and on my back. I was asked to flex my back so they can massage it. A softer look now than before.“Shall we go inside?” I asked. She shook her head. “Where then?”“To the pool.” She said and began to lead off letting her arm fall from around my waist. I let her go and knelt to pick up the champagne bottles. I turned my head to see which way she was heading and was entranced as my eyes followed her. She walked with a sway to her hips I don’t remember ever seeing her having before. It was a seductive rather than a regular hip-swinging style of walk. It was amazing. " "And you'll want to play with makeup. And you'll fuck your own ass and cunt in the mirror and watch your slutty red lips and cum until you scream." "Slutty . . . red . . . lips . . ." she said around the silver tube as she ran it over her mouth. "Long . . . red . . . fingernails . . . tight little dress . . . fuck-me shoes . . ." The mental image made me wild. I stepped between her legs and took her. Her ass had been opened by the shoes and fingers but only the first inch or so was slick and. Amber, his contact with the agency, had booked him with a bubbly blonde called Suzanne who was looking for a date for the night to go nightclubbing. He was to meet her at her hotel at eleven that night. Was to be wearing a suit and tie and be prepared for a long evening. Suzanne answered his knock, opening the door to her room with a smile and a welcome in. “Just finishing up.” She said over her shoulder as she headed for the bedroom. “Won’t be a moment, make yourself comfortable.” Her accent.