Damian sighed in bliss.
Lying on a massage table, the lad cooed in bliss ever so often, marvelling at the satiny soft hands of the two masseuse currently running their fingers through every contours of his body.
Starting with his neck and shoulders, they kneaded their fingers deep into the muscles of his shoulders, and then massaged along his neck all the way to his hairline.
While one went around to stand before him, rubbing her knuckles gently but firmly across the tops of his shoulders, the other had started with his feet, gently kneading his soles and pulling each of his toes gently.
In moments though, she was already working her way up his legs, giving each a couple of long, relaxing stroke, all the way to the upper thighs, before repeating it again.
By then, the one who had been massaging his shoulders was done, moving over to his calves to begin kneading them. At this point, Damian almost drooled from the pleasure that came with such an action.
