The masseuse, a vision of temptation, begins her ritual, her hands kneading his flesh, her touch electric. She works her way down his body, her fingers brushing against his hardening cock, making him gasp. She smiles, knowing he's putty in her hands. She leans down, her tits pressing against his back, her lips brushing his ear, "What do you fantasize about?" she purrs. His mind races with images of her riding him, her perfect body bouncing as she takes him deep inside her. She reads his thoughts, her touch becoming more intimate, more forbidden, pushing him closer to the edge of his fantasy and reality.