Some guys get scared by my muscles now, but that's ok. I'm not really looking these days, I've been burnt too many times by too many assholes. So I ju...t go to work, work out, and keep to myself. I'm actually pretty happy but there's this one guy at the gym who keeps stealing glances at me. I can't figure out if he likes me or if he's scared of me, but the gym is often empty when we're both there so I decided to find out. While working out I caught him looking at me from across the room and I. I guess if you don’t mind.”“You could sit on my lap now and I could massage your neck.”“Sure. I could do that.”Mr. Chadwick moved closer to me. I sat on his lap and he massaged my neck. His hands felt amazing while he worked out some knots in my neck. I made soft moaning noises while he rubbed me. I could feel tingles all over my body. His hands were very strong while he massaged my neck hard. I really wanted him to fuck me. I just waited to see what he'd say.“I give amazing breasts massages. I. I was officially a slave, as my mother had been, and her mother before her.The place he'd brought me was an old plantation manor, or maybe a new building just made to look that way. It was located on the edge of the city proper, set back across a vast lawn with a long drive lined with big old cottonwood trees and well maintained shrubs. It was all very impressive, even at night, especially as the house was lit up from within and without, with gleaming white columns and steps and huge golden. When she suggests both of you find a quieter place to talk, you're beyond refusing.She leads you through the gleaming glass and chrome revolving door of the hotel, just a few blocks away. The tall, well-dressed woman at the front desk smiles warmly as Erin offers her credit card. Beside her, a man much too thin and business-like scowls at both of you, but you couldn't care less. You move closer to Erin, your breast pressing into her shoulder, and give him a drunken, lusty grin.The room is on.