The husband, on a business trip, yearns for a taste of home, a taste of his wife's touch. He books a massage, unaware of the sensual surprise awaiting him. The masseuse enters, her body a symphony of curves, her smile a promise of pleasure. She starts with his back, her hands gliding, her breasts pressing into him. As she works her way down, her touch becomes more intimate, more tantalizing. She whispers, "You're so hard, let me help you with that," her hands wrapping around his stiff cock. She teases him, brings him close, then backs off, building a rhythm that has him begging for release. But she's in no rush, she's enjoying the power, the control, the fantasy unfolding.