The masseuse, a goddess in her own right, commands the room, her client's body her canvas. She starts with his back, her hands kneading his muscles, working out tension as she goes. As she reaches his ass, she pauses, running a single finger along his crack, making him shiver. She smiles, knowing she's hit a sensitive spot. She continues, her touch becoming more intimate, more daring. She straddles him, her pussy pressing against his back as she leans forward, her hands working his thighs, his calves, his feet. Every touch is deliberate, every movement calculated to heighten his pleasure, to bring him to the edge of control. And she loves every minute of it.