One hot afternoon of being rejected at every door we had knocked on we rang the bell of a medium sized house. Fully expecting to be kicked off the pro...erty we waited for a response. The door swung open and there was a big, tall kind of burly, hairy guy, wearing nothing more than a pair of running shorts and a smile. He must have been in his mid-thirties. My companion and I were both a bit small framed, somewhat nerdy, smooth for guys our age, and stood staring nervously at the guy like we were. He pushed slightly and felt Jodie's resistance, so he reminded her of the money and she relaxed a little, allowing him to slide in a tiny amount. She took a sharp breath and let out a high squeak as he slipped the first two or three inches. Her ass was incredibly tight and it was almost painful for his cock to be squeezed like this, but he continued pushing, relishing his sister's discomfort enough to forget his own. After some pushing and a lot of moaning and squeaking on Jodie's part, he. ." the man said, eyeing him.Jacques smiled ruefully, spreading his hands. "Do I look to you like some woman's idea of a gigolo?" Jacques was five feet eight, slight and wiry, balding, and had a rather long, narrow nose.The man smiled. "Perhaps not -- but you DO have other talents, don't you? It appears that as long as you understand its basic function, you can create or repair just about anything..."Jacques grunted. "Too bad that doesn't show up HERE!" he groused, waving his useless CAP. Please come in." Randy said as I walked into the hotel room.I went into the living room, put the oils on the table, and set up my massage table. Once everything was set up, I let him know that I was ready."So, what parts of your body are sore and aching today, Mr. Orton?" I asked as he came into the room."I got soreness in my arms, back, shoulders, and neck. I've been sore a lot lately, being in the profession that I'm in." He said as he laid on the massage table.I poured some of the scented.