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‘Do they have some music in here?’ wondered the patient.

‘Some yoga mantras, I believe. They have yoga classes in this room as well. Let me check,’ he said. ‘What ancient equipment,’ he said trying to turn on the cd-center that he found in the corner of the room. As Alexandre held a wire he said, ‘Wait a minute, I think I can plug in my iPhone. I think I have some jazz. Would that suit you for the massage?’

‘I guess so,’ was Katya’s reply.

As the music began, he approached the mat and kneeled down near Katya.

‘Sorry, no massage oil here I would find,’ he warned and began rubbing his palms against each other.

‘No problem,’ Katya said paying attention only to her back and to the loads of energy she was feeling coming from this guy.

What welcoming and ticklish anticipation covered her back! It seemed to be a giant runway ready for a plane to land. Finally, she felt his warm palms spread over her back – gliding, pushing, making her feel like dough in his firm men’s hands. The dough that was getting constant knots of electricity from his touch. Katya knew the feeling. A hell of a lot of chemistry she was getting from this young stud. And she felt the chemistry was mutual, so why not enjoy the evening? Her thoughts were interrupted by her own moaning as the masseur began to handle one spot with persistence.