‘Can I really do this?’ Shaun knocked on Alison’s door. ‘Alison? Are you in there?’ he called. After a pause came a giggle and a reply of �...Just a minute!’ Shortly after, the door opened. Alison was wearing her bath robe and Simon was sitting on the bed in his trousers, just pulling his shirt on. Alison spoke as the door came fully open, ‘Hi, Shaun, what did – who’re you!?’ Caroline and Shaun spoke at once. ‘Hello, Alison, I’m looking for Simon.’ ‘Alison, Feargal’s having a fit back in there, he. So she refused to that…When i told her that she should call that male masseur only coz otherwise it would not be good for her back. .She told me that she is not comfortable in front of any other male….Then suddenly she asked me that, “please can u massage???? It’s paining very much and showing my nude back to u will be easy for me as u r like my son only. …..I suddenly grabbed the offer and ran to bring oil…When i came back i told her to remove her nighty….In starting she was hesitating. I told. That's when they knocked. I acted startled. Climbed down the ladder, grabbed my shorts from the work bench and before I could slip them on, they let themselves in and said "don't get dressed on our account!," laughing and smiling and pulling at the shorts in my hands that I was using to cover my cock, that had grown hard as a rock. C'mon, let's see what you've got! they said smiling.I let up on my grip of my shorts, allowing them to pull them away, exposing my genitals in plain view as I stood. " I chuckled and looked her over, walking towards her in all my glory. "What the fuck is so funny?" she asked. "That you call yourself professional," I answered. She tried to speak but couldn't over the offense I'd evidently spoken. I went on, "You call yourself a professional, but not many professionals would go pantiless when massaging a husband with his wife on the other table and get wet about it..." You had no business even touching there!" as she tried to justify herself. "And most.