Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, something which most women do not know that I find sexy. She greeted me with a peck on the cheek and immedia...tely handed me a mug of warm creamy liquid. “Hi, Ben. Come on in and sit down, I want you to drink this and tell me what you think of it,” she said. We sat in her living room for a few minutes as I consumed the drink. “Hmmm, takes sweet, sort of like pineapple,” I said. She smiled and told me about it. “It’s a special pineapple shake I made; it. He stopped and kept his gaze locked on me as I bobbed back and forth on the hard shaft. He brushed a stray hair from my face and unpinned the flower he had given me and layed it on the bedside table. His hand urged me to continue taking as much of him as I could. I knew that if I relaxed I could take more and began to move my head further down his cock with each movement. I finally felt my nose nestled against his abdomen and held him there for a moment. “guh guh guh guh…” I gagged as I. I even thought that businesses like massage parlors will never be allowed to open unless everyone is vaccinated. In a massage setting, covid transmission can more likely to happen due to close contact. But since there are safety protocols being strictly implemented, so I think it’s gonna be fine.I was wearing my face mask, the receptionist too as well as the therapists whom I saw passing by the receiving area.One masseuse passed by as I wished she would be the one to handle me. The rest I saw. After another little while the man moved his hand forward until he had wrapped his arm around her and he was rubbing her belly gently through her yellow silk blouse. The woman looked down at the hand on her stomach and then returned her gaze to the window and the passing scenery. The man pushed himself closer still until his hips were pressed hard against the back of her skirt. At the same time his hand rose up to cup her breast through the blouse and the bra underneath. The woman glanced.