The last hairdresser gathered up her belongings andwalked over to Deena.“I’m out of her, will you be okay?” Deena looked at me, then...smiled at the hairdresser.“Sure, Gary’s an old customer” she replied.“Cute little joke”, I thought to myself.The hairdresser left.Ten minutes went by and Deena finished up with herfemale customer and let her out the door, then locked itbehind her. Deena then closed the blinds of the windows.“I don’t want. .." I couldn't find my words."I told you, it's not an erotic massage, not if you don't want to." And she said that so sincerely, that I didn't even considered that she will refuse to perform an erotic massage if I'll ask her to."It's just, how to tell you this... I've never been naked with a woman, bseides in intimate situations, if you know what I mean." Don't worry, you'll see that once I start the massage, you'll not even think about being nude," she answered, as if it was an undisputed. This was NOT acceptable. She would confront him at work and tell him that if he ever tried anything like that again she would report him, not only to his boss, but to the police as well. With a determined air about her, she got up off the bed, grabbed a towel and began getting ready for work.She stepped out of the lift with a few of her colleagues and entered the office through the plate glass double doors. She immediately looked to his desk but he wasn’t there. There was a cup on his desk so. As time passed and Salman grew close. From being a fan of my stories, he soon became my fan. Once we were talking, and the topic of his wife came up. I asked him why his wife read my stories, and he reluctantly said she did.I asked what does she do after reading my stories. He explained that his wife is very submissive. Because of my stories, she was aroused to a level he could never achieve. He and his wife had a contract that whenever she had to masturbate, she had to do it in front of him.So.