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(The Massage, continued...)

You reluctantly turn over. If you had hoped that she wouldn’t notice your erection, then you were deluding yourself. Your cock is eight inches long and barely contained in your underpants, the long thick shaft aiming directly at your navel.

Sandra stifles a gasp and looks away. You both struggle to think of how to deal with the sudden elephant in the room.

Her hands are on your thighs, motionless. She bites her lip and looks down.

“Ummmm…” she says.