"Well it all started when I was going to that holiday remember? The one to Ibiza?" I nodded as I recalled our conversation about her going there 2 mon...hs ago."I saw this young dangerous billionaire who ran few corporations, not just finances and taxes, but apparently weapons and d**gs, and he was very comfortable about chatting, as if he owned the world." My God, that sounds thrilling and dangerous" she sits on a chair and put one leg on top of the other, her tiny skirt went back showing more. She moved on to his crack and the sensitive zone between balls and ass. I reached down further between his legs and, watching all the while, saw the tip of his cock peer out as he got hard. I applied a little more oil and ran my fingers over the head. In a bit, he made the initial move onto his knees and his cock and balls were now in full view hanging straight down. True to her technique, Helen backed away and stripped off her clothes. Meanwhile, I applied my best AMP method and very lightly. "We're here, sir," he told me as he pulled up. "I'm afraid the restaurant seems to be closed, though. Would you like—?" I'm being met," I said. "Thanks." I got out, and off he drove.It was only about a minute later that another car drove up to me. Not the car they'd had in Charleston, either they'd ditched that one or they had others. When the driver's window rolled down "Joe Smith" looked out at me."Get in," he said briefly, nodding to the front passenger seat. I did as I was told.We drove. He instructed me to take a warm shower and then get on the table. I had finished and, with a towel over me, I got on the table. He used warm lotions and oils which could stain, and he asked if I would be okay if he removed the “dr****g” - in other words, the towel. I said sure real fast, not thinking anything about it. He was a CMT and does this all day long, so I wasn't embarrassed. The warm oil and his strength was amazing; he was working deep, and his hands slid over the different body.