She scampered down the metal stairway and approached the parked taxi. The dark skinned man behind the wheel was turned sideways, his back against the ...oor. His eyes were closed and a blissful smile was on his face. MaryAnn knew why. The hint of brown hair she could glimpse through the window gave it all away.She wrenched open the passenger's side door and stared. She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh of resignation. The driver's eyes opened."Hello, Missy MaryAnn," he said in a strongly accented. She felt embarrassed."I wondered where he was," said Bob. "I was a little surprised you were out running, what with you two just getting here..." His voice trailed off. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to..." He trailed off again.In the light, she saw he was blushing a little... his dark cheeks and forehead mottled. She also noticed, with a nervous twinge, that he was handsome. His brown hair had traces of gray in it, and was shaggy against the deep brown of his tanned face. For the first time. It took another 20mins for me to massage his legs. I used to the same oil, which I had got. Once his legs were also massaged, he got an emergency call.On attending the call, he told Anjali, that he had to rush to his mom’s house, as she has met with a minor accident, but asked me to continue the massage to Anjali. Initially, Anjali said, she would like to get only a decent massage. But when Prabhat asked him, if she is ok with complete body massage including her breasts, ass & yoni, she thought. And in turn it was important to me.I let Ira and Juliet talk for a while. When I saw them kiss, I knew the game had commenced. I stroked Tiffany’s arm, letting her know that I needed to do what I needed to do. And what I needed to do was to direct my own puppet show.I separated the lovers mid-kiss and led them into the candle-lit bedroom.They watched me slowly undress to my black lacy underwear and make myself comfortable in an armchair. Tiffany sat herself on a tall stool to my right, her hand.