Lucy’s breathing matched the rotation of my thumbs, each time my thumbs reached 12 o’clock her breasts pushed out and I could see her nipples flee...ingly, retreating beneath her top as my thumbs continued round. I had explained at the beginning that the usual therapy time is 20 minutes, but I wanted this to last a great deal longer. I continued with the shoulder massage then said to her to rest and breathe gently before I start the neck part of the therapy. I could see a contented smile form. Richard flips on the TV and starts to watch some random cop drama all the time thinking about the shoes... the perfect shoes... that would look so cute on his feet... "Did I just..." Richard said as he caught himself holding the shoes again. "This is so stupid, they're just shoes... I bet I couldn't even get them on my feet... but I wonder," Richard said as he slipped his sneakers off and slipped the first beautiful woman's shoe on his. "It fits?!" Richard said under his breath as he couldn't. “Lean on the wall” she said to me, why I did what she said was beyond me “yea just like that’ She rubbed the towel on my back than I felt her rubbing my ass, “shit... What is she doing?” I asked myself, than she went down my legs, she scrubbed gently but rough, I needed that after a whole day of hard work. She spread my legs and I felt the warm towel rub on my pussy “No” I said turning around “don’t worry sweetie” she said smiling “you need someone right now to pamper you” and she groped my. As I stared at the letter, I was numb. This was it? After all we went through I was going to get a generic Dear John letter. However, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. No names. That way if I did decide to try and get even, nothing on the letter really proved it was from Beth. In fact did she even write it?I went over to the drawer where Susan had kept sentimental things she had gotten through the years. One of her most prized possessions was a letter that Beth had written.