With the gentle music playing, Robert Thomson quickly took care of things and came back. He lifted her skirt and started massaging her calves slowly. He also glanced at a book to learn the techniques of massage. However, it was his first time trying these techniques tonight. He bent down gently, held her ankle, added pressure bit by bit, and slowly moved up along the curves of her leg, massaging inch by inch.
He kept his head down, his fingers reaching her knee before turning back, determined not to look up at her tempting upper leg.
"Is this pressure okay?" He didn't dare look up and focused on massaging. His palm slid over her leg, and he could only barely concentrate by forcing himself not to notice her body, only focusing on massaging her.
