The masseuse's fantasy begins innocently enough, her hands gliding over the client's body, kneading his muscles, releasing tension. But as she works, she imagines more. She pictures his hands on her body, his lips on hers. She envisions him flipping her onto her back, his strong hands pinning her wrists above her head. She sees him between her legs, his tongue exploring her, his fingers plunging into her. The fantasy consumes her, her touch becoming more passionate, more urgent. Her client, unable to resist, surrenders to her touch, his body responding eagerly to her every command.