He had locked the door, “let me at least finish your massage’, he said. I went to sit on the chair and he had headed for the bed. I throw my hands,” whatever.â€? As he massaged me, again making sure to hit every inch of my body he had began to play with his tongue ring, knowing that it would be part of my downfall. As I began to relax, his hands began to wonder, pulling on my straps and opening my bra. Cupping my breast and moving in a circular motion. I pushed his hands away,” that is not part of a massage.â€? He laughed, “I give full body massages.”
“This not what I want and more not from you.â€? He began to kiss up and down my neck, making sure to linger in a post from longer than usual. “Would you please stop doing that?”
“What am I doing? I am not doing anything.”
“So then that is part of the massage; you trying to get back with me?â€? He began to nibble on my ear, trying to pull me back against his chest wanted me to give in to him. As he continued with the massage, he began to move his hands to my hair.