The masseuse's skilled hands glide over the husband's body, her every touch a whisper of forbidden delight. She leans in, her breath warm on his ear, "I can help you relax, truly relax." Her hands move lower, cupping his balls, her thumb brushing against his shaft. He gasps, his cock twitching, eager for more. She smiles, a hint of mischief in her eyes, and lowers herself, her tongue flicking out to taste him, her lips parting to take him in. He groans, his hands fisting the sheets, lost in the fantasy unraveling in Room 20.