I gasped. If only I could reach down and touch myself. I couldn’t, and he knew it.Matt found his rhythm, his self-pleasing rhythm. And enjoyed himse...f. I was on the brink, just on that very edge ... please, please, please. My head was thrashing from side to side. I moaned, eyes still squeezed tightly.In my ... need, in my anxiousness, I was aware that he was nowhere close to finishing. But he knew my body too. He reached down and his middle finger found me.I exploded.Matt recovered first. “I’ll. I shouldn’t have worried though because at no time did I see any other clients attending the gents' only night.In the small well scented, dimly lit massage room I was told to strip naked and lay face down on the massage table with the white fluffy towel across my ass to keep my dignity covered. I was lying on the table with my face through the hole in the end, facing the floor when the door opened, in walked my masseur. I guessed it was Beth but at this time I had no idea who it was, all I. " With that she placed the wig over my head and played with it until she was satisfied how good it looked. She then reaching into a handbag took out some lipstick and looked at me pouting her own gorgeous lips. I copied her and she applied the lipstick generously. I was delighted, it would match my shoes. With that she turned me around and walked me up to a full length mirror.I looked into the mirror and saw this pretty slim woman looking back at me. I caught my breath and a small tear escaped. He felt foolish, but was compelled to speak."I never worried much about you, you know. I took my kids to church for years, because I felt they needed to be exposed to you. I never really felt you in church. I guess there were too many people competing for your attention." No, I felt you in the wind. In the warm sun and rain that made my crops grow, in the beauty of a perfect crop, bound to nourish people I would never meet. And I saw you a few times too, in the faces of my children. I want to.