The massage was nice. James had to admit that Mira knew what she was doing with her hands. It helped him relax, and when he felt his muscles were relieved, he began to enjoy the pleasure her hands brought to him. Just as she had told him, he had forgone wearing a shirt. He was only dressed in his boxers and slept on his stomach. He had been half-asleep when she entered and straddled his back. The oil was thankfully warm and it smelled nice. As he relaxed into her touch, he began to feel himself getting aroused and was thankful he was lying on his stomach. It hurt to remain like that, but it was best that she didn't suspect. She worked on his legs, his hands, and his thighs until he could not take it anymore.
"I... think I'm fine now." He said, hoping she would take the initiative to stop her torture on him.
