RIM4K. She massaged me and my ass

He was accustomed to women catering to his every whim. Everything ran on schedule - his smoothie, his slippers, the little rituals Jones had too. But today, the woman standing beside the massage table in his apartment wasn’t Marfa - it was an unfamiliar, silent beauty. With calm, deliberate movements, she eased his weariness. The atmosphere shifted, gentleness giving way to something more intense, until the final moments left him. He walked away without looking back. Yet the lingering scent of oil and a strange, persistent feeling told him this had been no chance meeting. And certainly not the last

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