Anyway, what matters, the masseuse I wished was in front of me. Of course, I should not take it personally of her wearing the protective gear. I’m s...re, it’s their spa policy before handling a customer.And so the sensual massage started first with my back, legs, thigs, butt, balls and finally my dick. “God, I miss this! I love this!”She got soft hands which are erotic enough to make me sexually stimulated in gradual and progressive manner.But all I was thinking during the massage was my. She came up to Claire's' torn back and ass and said, "Release her." Claire was sobbing and Miranda put her arm around her and walked her toward Tom saying, "Easy, easy, it will soon be over. There's just a little left to do." She looked over at Sylvie and said, "Cut away his pants and gag him."Tom was now exposed. Miranda was still talking soothingly to Claire. "See, he's going to die and you can help him by making it faster. It must be done my way though. It will be all right. You'll see. Lean. She grabs my hand and pulls me into the kitchen and to the back. “Luis wants to talk to you.” Martina smirks, knocks on the office door, and walks away.The door opens as I see Louis smiling. I remember him from the Kevin fiasco when he tried to break us up in the parking lot. He motions me to a seat as I sit.“The boss said that you make deliveries for us.” I nod as he hands me four envelopes with addresses on them. I hand them back to him as he frowns.“Sir, I will pick them up Friday evening. Rather than stick around the venue,the group opted instead to head out and explore Los Angeles,particularly the ostentatious part of Hollywood surrounding their hotel.Hundreds of photos were taken in front of the famous Hollywood sign andon the Walk of Fame, as well as countless other sights that the famouscity had to offer.As afternoon turned into evening, the many Angels began to disperse andhead to nearby restaurants for dinner, while Nikki and Sarah hailed acab to take them to LAX airport.