Your dad's friend was a masseuse. He gave massages to any family friends. One day you went to visit his clinic. He was hotter than you remembered. Big biceps and veiny hands. You got positioned on the table and he started massaging. Slowly he inched his way up your body. He put you in a kneeling position your back to him as he massaged your shoulders. Then he suddenly whispers for you to be quiet as he pulls down the thin paper shirt that covered just up to your breasts. He pulled it down and started massaging your breasts playing with your tits. He didn't stop when you started whimpering, his hands working expertly and tugging and pulling on your hard peaks. You lean back against him as his other hand went lower pulling the thin shorts down...