The masseur, a master of his craft, works diligently on his client's body, his hands gliding over her smooth skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He starts at her shoulders, his fingers digging into her muscles, relieving the tension. He works his way down her back, his hands moving in slow, sensuous circles, his fingers brushing against her sides, causing her to shiver. He can feel the heat radiating from her core, her body responding to his touch. He leans in, his breath hot on her ear, whispering, "Roll over." She complies, her eyes never leaving his. He starts at her neck, his fingers tracing her collarbone, moving down to her breasts. He cups them, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden. He smirks, his eyes filled with desire as he continues his exploration, his hands moving down her stomach, his fingers tracing her abs, before moving to her thighs. He spreads her legs, his fingers moving to her center, finding her wet and ready. He slips a finger inside her, making her gasp, her body arching off the table. He adds another finger, his thumb rubbing against her clit, bringing her to the edge, before backing off, teasing her, making her beg for release.