"Yes, a full body massage."Hazel didn't really notice the emphasis on the 'full'. If she had she probably wouldn't have let him in, but as she hadn't,...she did. "You'd better come on in," she said, stepping back, and showing him into the living room. "Do you need help for the rest of your stuff?" Hazel asked.He smiled at her once again. "No, this is everything I need."Hazel looked puzzled. "I thought that people who did massages usually used one of those padded tables."Peter smiled, "Oh yes I. Exploring, she came upon a large enclosure. Most of it was in a deep shade, but out in the sunny section, she spied a lovely looking dog, who pricked up his ears, seeing her. Rusty was a tall husky. His name came from his coat. Unlike most huskies, his coat was a rusty brown with cream brows and muzzle that was indicative of his breed. Tall, with paws bigger and broader than an average dog's, his tail displayed a creamy tip and his eyes were an intelligent chocolate brown.“Oh, I recognize you. I pulled the stool over for her sit on. I watched as she unzipped her winter coat and started to lay it on the counter."Not there. I have parts there. Put it on the desk chair."I watched her ass wiggle in her skin-tight jeans as she walked to the desk. The staccato of her boot heels on the warped wooden floor mirrored the beating of my heart. Since her breasts didn't jiggle I knew she was wearing a bra and was somewhat disappointed.Mother broke my reverie, "Do we have some modicum of privacy? I. See why I wanted this instead of just buying a gun?" Maybe I could divert the flow.Not a chance. "No," she said flatly. "You're going to have to tell me sooner or later, darling. It's not like you can sneak off to do whatever it is you're thinking of. So tell me now."She was right. I'd put off saying anything while I was trying to see if the Liberator could actually work for me, but I'd gone as far as I could in that direction and it did, in fact, do what I needed it to do. Besides, I had to.