#390864 - I started with a slow and deep back massage using my favorite orange spice oil, rubbing it into his tense muscles which clearly needed a good seeing too. “ They were probably more interested in older men”, I retorted with a devilish wink “touche, I’m Brian by the way” “I'm Megan, so what do you do for work?”, I asked “ Nothing too exciting, I'm a cooperate lawyer, how about you?” “ well I haven't been doing it for too long but I'm a masseuse” “you are what?”, he coughed out looking surprised by my answer “ I’m a masseuse, I give massages to people”, I giggled at his reaction “you must have men lining out the door to get a massage from you Megan”, he complimented still looking shocked. My eyes caught Brian folding his arms to rest his head on, the mirror at the foot of the table allowing us to make brief eye contact through its reflection, I smiled knowing he was taking full advantage of the mirror to spy on my young, curvy body while I worked ( which was