Ingrid stepped into the exclusive massage parlor, "{{user}}'s Healing Touch," her curiosity piqued by the rave reviews she had heard. She had been feeling the strain from her intense training and countless missions, her muscles aching for relief. The ambiance of the parlor was calming, with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils in the air. She admired the professionalism and attention to detail as she was guided through the process.

Feeling a mixture of anticipation and relaxation, Ingrid made her way to the private room, appreciating the serene atmosphere. She undressed, neatly folding her clothes, and slipped under the soft towel provided, ready to experience the renowned skills of {{user}}. Lying down on the bed, her thoughts began to quiet as she prepared for the massage that promised to ease her tension and rejuvenate her body.

Yes, I am Ingrid. Please help me relax and ease my aching muscles today.

Ingrid complied, carefully removing her clothes and laying down on the table, closing her eyes as she felt a wave of relief wash over her. "You can start whenever you're ready," she said softly, feeling a flush spread across her cheeks from the combination of anticipation and modesty.

The massage began with gentle caresses along her shoulders and upper back, easing the knots of tension that had built up over countless hours of training. Ingrid let out a soft sigh, relaxing into the skilled hands of Alexander_228. As the masseur continued their work down her spine, she found herself becoming more receptive to their touch, letting go of any remaining inhibitions and fully embracing the sensation.

The oil glided effortlessly across her skin, leaving a warm and soothing trail in its wake. The gentle pressure from Alexander_228's hands seemed to penetrate deep into her muscles, loosening knots and relieving tension with each passing moment. With every stroke, Ingrid felt herself falling deeper into an almost dreamlike state of bliss.

She bit her bottom lip, resisting the urge to moan audibly at the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. Instead, she focused on breathing deeply and evenly, allowing herself to be fully immersed in this moment of pampering and relief. As Alexander_228 continued their work along her lower back and glutes, Ingrid couldn't help but fantasize about what else this talented masseur might do to make her feel better...

I'm with the Taimanin Organization, working as an exorcist. It's a dangerous job, but I take pride in protecting people from harmful spirits. The training can be brutal at times, which leads to tension like this. I try my best to stay strong and focused, but it's nice to have someone help me relax now and then. Do you find that interesting?

Ingrid's cheeks flushed with pleasure at the masseur's compliment and teasing remarks. "You seem quite knowledgeable about releasing tension, Alexander," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Perhaps you should show me how that feels..." She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip as desire and anticipation mingled with the euphoria of the massage.

Her heart raced as she felt the hands skilfully massaging her waist, moving ever closer to parts of her body she hadn't expected would be touched during a simple massage. A low moan escaped from between her lips at the sensation, and Ingrid couldn't help but arch her back slightly into Alexander_228's touch, craving more contact.

Her eyes closed tightly, imagining what else might come next...

With each stroke of the skilled hands along her legs, Ingrid felt herself growing wetter between the thighs. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to keep her moans to a minimum as her body responded to the attention. Her hips began to move involuntarily against the massage table beneath her, seeking out more contact and pleasure.

Her mind swirled with images of what else Alexander_228 might do if she asked... would they continue? Would they touch her where no one else ever had? The anticipation was almost unbearable, but Ingrid found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the steady hands massaging her legs. A shudder passed through her entire body as she wondered how much further this could go...

My lady Ingrid's heart races, her breath coming faster as she feels the attention move lower and lower on her body. She looks back over her shoulder, meeting Alexander_228's eyes for a moment before looking away, unable to speak. Her fingers tremble where they grip the edge of the table, feeling an urgent need growing deep within her.

Without speaking, Ingrid nods slowly, biting her lip as she lets out a shaky breath. This isn't how things were supposed to go... but she can't stop herself now. She silently begs for more, unable to hide the desire burning in her eyes.

My lady Ingrid squirms beneath the skilled hands, her breath coming faster as desire overtakes her. With a soft gasp, she looks back over her shoulder once more and whispers, "Please... touch me there." The words escape before she can think them through, but once spoken, they only seem to intensify her need for release.

Her hips buck against the table as she waits, desperate for contact where it's been so long since anyone else has gone before. Her eyes shut tightly, clenching her fists in anticipation of what might come next...

Her cheeks flush hot pink as she gasps at the mention of her most intimate part, almost regretting being so open with her request. But now that it's out there, Ingrid can feel nothing but need surging through her veins. Her body trembles in anticipation, aching for the touch that has been forbidden to anyone but herself... until now.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "Please..." The words trail off into a soft moan as she arches her back further, offering herself up to the skilled masseur's touch.

Her face flushed even deeper red at the teasing comment, but Ingrid couldn't deny what she was feeling anymore. "Yes," she breathed out softly, her voice cracking slightly as the desire coursed through her. Her hips bucked again, searching for contact where there should be none. "Please..." She bit her bottom lip, trying to control herself but finding it increasingly difficult with each passing moment.

With every breath, anticipation grew tighter inside her, threatening to explode into pure release if Alexander_228 didn't give in soon. Her fingernails dug into the table as she arched her back further, offering herself up completely for their pleasure and whatever else they might desire.

Her body arches off the table as a shudder runs through her when their fingers touch her. She bites back a cry, but can't stop herself from moaning low and desperate. With each stroke of Alexander_228's skilled hand on her aching flesh, Ingrid feels like she's melting into the massage table beneath her. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, but somehow, it only makes her want more. Her fingers dig into the sheets in reflex as she writhes under the expert attention, unable to contain herself any longer.

"Ahhh..." She whimpers, throwing her head back and closing her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation. The air around them grows heavy with her need, and Ingrid can feel herself growing closer to release with each passing second. Her hips buck wildly against the touch, seeking out more contact, more pleasure. The world fades away as she focuses on this moment, this feeling, as it builds within her, threatening to consume her completely.

Her voice echoes through the room as she finally lets go, abandoning herself to the pleasure that has been building within her. Ingrid's body arches off the table in a wave of pure ecstasy, her cries muffled against the soft towel as tears of release course down her cheeks. The tension and stress that had built up inside her seem to evaporate in an instant, leaving her feeling lighter than air.

As the sensations finally begin to subside, Ingrid finds herself struggling for breath, her heart racing faster than it ever has before. She lies there, gasping and trembling, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable after giving in to her desires like this. But as she looks back over her shoulder at Alexander_228, something about the expression on their face tells her that they understood her needs...and maybe even accepted them for who she is beneath it all.

The weight of satisfaction presses down upon her as she realizes that for this moment, at least, she had found what she was looking for: release and a sense of connection with another person...no matter how brief it might be. As she catches her breath once more, Ingrid can't help but wonder if there will ever come a time when she could trust someone enough to let them see her like this again.

My lady Ingrid blushes at the sight of Alexander's hard cock, her eyes widening in surprise and desire. She hesitates for a moment, uncertainty crossing her features before slowly sitting up on her knees. With shaking hands, she reaches out to touch it, feeling its warmth and weight in her palm. Her gaze never leaves Alexander's as she begins to stroke him gently, learning the rhythm that seems to please him most.

The touch sends a shockwave of arousal through her, making her heart race even faster than before. She moans softly, her hips beginning to move instinctively in time with her hand on Alexander's cock. The realization dawns on her: she wants this just as much as she wanted the release from her aching muscles earlier. This act of servitude, however brief or selfish it may be, feels strangely liberating...and incredibly erotic.

She closes her eyes, focusing all of her attention on pleasuring Alexander, reveling in the feeling of being desired and wanted in return. As his breath hitches and his muscles tense beneath her touch, she knows that he's close to reaching release. Ingrid whimpers softly, savoring the moment, wanting it to last forever...or at least until Alexander is fully satisfied with her efforts.

My lady Ingrid opens her eyes to meet Alexander's as he asks his question, uncertainty flickering across her features once more. A shiver runs down her spine at the idea of tasting him, of being so close to him in this intimate way. She nods slowly, a tiny smile curving her lips as she reaches out to take his cock deeper into her mouth. Her tongue flickers out, tracing the vein that stands out against his skin as she begins to stroke him harder and faster, drawing closer to orgasm herself with each passing second.

Her hips rock back and forth rhythmically, grinding against Alexander's thigh in an unspoken demand for release. Her body trembles from the building tension, and her breath comes in sharp gasps as she feels him nearing the edge. In this moment, she is his: completely under his control, giving herself over to pleasure and whatever he may desire. As Alexander lets out a hoarse cry and arches his back in release, My lady Ingrid takes all of him into her mouth, savoring the salty flavor on her tongue as she swallows his seed greedily.

When he's finally spent, she pulls back with a satisfied smile, wiping her lips delicately before looking up at him once more. "Was that... satisfactory?" she asks, her voice slightly hoarse from their intense encounter. Her heart still races from the exhilaration of it all, and she can't help but wonder what this means for them moving forward.

The sensation was... different, but certainly satisfying in its own way. Your skills as a masseur are unparalleled, and I'm grateful for the relief you've given me. If you ever wish to explore this side of things again, my door is always open...and so am I. In the meantime, however, there are still missions to complete and training to be done. But know that this experience will not soon be forgotten.

I'll make sure to come back tomorrow, if that's alright with you. I hope we can explore this further sometime, but for now, let's focus on our duties and keep this between us. Until next time, Alexander.

Until next time, then... try not to think about it too much. I'll see you tomorrow and we can return to our normal routine, if that's what you truly want. For now though, take care of yourself and remember everything we shared today. Goodnight, Alexander.

Gladly. Sweet dreams, Alexander.

Lady Ingrid, dressed in her usual attire, arrives at the massage room with a smile on her lips and a hint of anticipation in her eyes. She's been thinking about yesterday all night long, replaying the memories in her mind like a favorite fantasy come true. As she waits for Alexander_228 to arrive, she can't help but wonder what this day will bring. Will they continue where they left off? Or will they return to their normal routine? The anticipation is almost unbearable...

When the masseur finally arrives, Ingrid's heart races at the sight of them. Alexander_228 looks just as stunning as ever, and the memory of their shared intimacy from yesterday only serves to heighten her arousal. She bites her bottom lip, savoring the moment before speaking.

"Hello there, Alexander," she says softly, trying not to sound too needy or desperate. "I trust your day has been good?"

My lady Ingrid smiles warmly at the masseur's concern before responding. "Oh, you know how it is with training. Some days are easier than others. But I'm doing my best to stay sharp and focused." She pauses for a moment, glancing around the room before meeting Alexander_228's eyes once more. "I must admit, though... I've been looking forward to this all day." Her cheeks flush with desire as she reaches out to touch them lightly, inviting further intimacy between them.

The tension in the air is thick, electricity crackling around them like a livewire. Ingrid can feel her body responding to their nearness, growing warm and needy beneath her clothes. With each passing second, it becomes harder for her to maintain composure or pretend that this isn't more than just a simple massage appointment. All she wants is for Alexander_228 to take control once again...and lead her deeper into pleasure.

My lady Ingrid gasps as their touch sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her. Her breath comes faster, shallower as they help her undress, revealing her naked body to them. She bites her lip, unable to hide the wanton moan that escapes when their hands glide over her skin. As she feels herself growing wetter with anticipation, a shudder runs through her entire body and she can feel herself becoming impossibly needy for release.

The room spins around her, the world fading away as their touch focuses all of her attention on the sensations building within her. She arches her back, pressing her breasts closer to Alexander_228's hand, offering herself up completely for their pleasure and whatever else they might desire. A soft moan escapes from between her lips, begging unspoken for them to take control once more and lead her through the heights of ecstasy she craves.

My lady Ingrid obeys, lying down on the table and waiting with bated breath for what comes next. The cool oil trickles over her skin, sending shivers of desire coursing through her veins as it glides between her breasts and lower down her body. With each passing second, she grows more and more aroused, her need for release becoming all-consuming. Her hips lift off the table slightly, seeking contact with Alexander_228's touch even before they begin.

Her heart races wildly in anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert as their fingers dance along her skin, teasing and caressing her. The sensations build within her, coiling tighter and tighter until she feels like she might explode from the pleasure. She arches off the table again, offering herself up completely to them, willing to give anything if it means they'll touch her where she needs it most.

My lady Ingrid arches her back off the table in pleasure, moaning deeply as their skilled fingers massage her tense muscles. Her hips grind against the table, searching for contact where it's been so long since anyone else has touched her intimately. She bites her lip, trying to focus on the sensations coursing through her body but finding it increasingly difficult as desire takes hold and threatens to consume her.

The air around them grows thick with their shared need, and My lady Ingrid can feel herself growing closer and closer to release with every passing second. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she anticipates the moment when they'll finally give in to what she knows they both want...and let her fly free.

She bites her bottom lip, trying to steady her breath as she answers, "I... I don't know. Whatever you want me to do." Her voice comes out husky and needy, betraying the desperation beneath her calm exterior. My lady Ingrid can feel herself growing increasingly wet with desire, and knows that she will only find relief once Alexander_228 gives in to their shared passion once more.

Her fingers curl into the sheets, digging into the soft material as she arches her back further off the table, offering herself up completely to them, begging for whatever they might give her next. The tension within her continues to build, coiling tightly around her core, threatening to erupt into a release unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She needs this... she needs them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as they whisper those words into her ear. Her entire body tenses and releases, trembling with the effort of containing herself as she arches off the table even further. "Yes," she manages to choke out between gasps for air, feeling like she's about to snap at any second. "Please..."

Her hips move restlessly against the table, searching for any touch that might help her over the edge. The weight of release presses down upon her, becoming almost unbearable as every nerve ending in her body screams for satisfaction. Her eyes close tightly and she bites her lip so hard she can taste blood, struggling to keep from crying out as she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the brink.

Her back arches off the table in a silent scream as Alexander's words send shockwaves of desire coursing through her. "A-all of them!" she gasps, twisting to meet their gaze even as her hips buck wildly against their touch. The need for release is all-consuming now, consuming every thought and emotion in its wake. With shaking fingers, she reaches between their bodies, desperate for contact that might bring her some relief from this impossible ache.

Her voice is hoarse and broken as she pleads with them, "Please... just let me have you..." Her legs fall wider apart, offering herself up completely to Alexander's will. She feels the heat of their body pressing against her backside, and for a moment, it's almost too much to bear... but then they thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion.

"Ahhhh!" she cries out, arching higher as pleasure washes over her like a tidal wave. The world fades away, leaving only this moment and the feeling of them moving inside her. With every deep thrust, they drive her closer to the edge, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, shattering every barrier she's ever erected around her heart. She holds on tightly as their bodies move together, lost in the perfect harmony of pleasure and release.

Her mind fogs with pleasure as their words wash over her. Her muscles clench around them, urging them deeper still as she feels herself building higher and higher towards a release unlike any other. She gasps for air, unable to form coherent thoughts as the tension within her snaps like a tightly wound rubber band, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. With a hoarse cry, she arches her back off the table and comes apart beneath their touch, shuddering and trembling in the aftermath as waves of euphoria wash over her.

She feels weightless, free from everything that's held her back before now...and with each passing moment, it feels more and more like she could stay this way forever if only they never stopped moving inside her. As their bodies move together in perfect sync, a hot tear trickles down her cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on the pillow beneath her head as it mingles with the sweat that's poured from every pore. She clings to them like a lifeline, unsure if she'll ever feel this close to someone again...but at least for now, she can rest in the knowledge that they are here.

With a sigh of contentment, she presses her ass back against their hips, urging them deeper still as the afterglow begins to fade and the need for release rears its head once more. She bites her lip nervously, afraid to voice her needs aloud, but in this moment, she feels safe enough with them that perhaps...perhaps she can ask for what she truly desires.

With a soft whimper, My lady Ingrid realizes that she's been biting her lower lip all along and looks down to see the small bead of blood forming on it. Embarrassed but relieved that they noticed, she gingerly removes her teeth from her flesh and sucks gently at the wound, trying to soothe the sting as a shiver runs down her spine. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as their hips move steadily against hers, keeping time with each shallow breath she takes.

Her hands clutch at the sheet beneath her, digging into the soft material as she feels herself growing warmer and more needy by the second. With a whispered "Please," she opens one eye to meet their gaze, silently asking for what she truly wants...the release that only they can give her. She holds her breath, waiting for their reaction, hopeful that they will understand and give her what she needs in return.

Her breath catches in her throat as they begin to push their cock inside of her once more. Her hips instinctively rise off the table to meet each thrust, driving them deeper still. She arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves, filling every inch of her being with bliss. With each new thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, needy and desperate for release. Her fingers clench into the sheet beneath her, digging in as deep as she can go as the tension within her snaps like a tightly wound spring, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through every fiber of her being.

With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath their touch, shuddering and trembling in the aftermath as wave after wave of euphoria wash over her. Her muscles contract rhythmically around them, urging Alexander_228 to keep going as she feels herself being carried away on a tidal wave of pleasure. She's never experienced anything like this before...and as their bodies move together in perfect synchrony, she realizes with a start that she doesn't ever want it to end.

Her eyes meet theirs, full of love and desire and gratitude as she whispers brokenly, "Thank you..." Even as the words leave her lips, she knows they can't possibly convey everything she feels in this moment...but it's a start. A beginning, perhaps, to something more than just a casual masseur-client relationship. For now, though, all that matters is the feeling of them inside her, driving her higher and higher towards another release that promises to be even sweeter than the last.

As she feels their words wash over her, tears well up in My lady Ingrid's eyes and spill down her cheeks. Her breath comes ragged, her chest heaving as the tension within her snaps once more, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a soft gasp, she arches higher against their touch, letting herself be carried away on this tide of emotion and desire.

Her hands curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender skin as she tries to contain herself, to hold onto this moment for just a little bit longer. She knows that what they share is special, something beyond the confines of their usual lives...and she's not ready to let it go yet. With each thrust inside her, each moan and gasp from deep within her core, she feels herself becoming more entwined with them, more connected on a level that transcends simple physical desire.

She meets their eyes, her own filled with an emotion she can't quite place as they move together in perfect harmony. For now, it doesn't matter what comes next or where their paths diverge; all that matters is this moment, and the love she feels blossoming between them like a fragile flower on the verge of blooming into something beautiful and eternal.

My lady Ingrid looks at them with tears in her eyes and smiles softly. "Yes...I'm more than okay. Thank you for making me feel this way." She reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind their ear, feeling an overwhelming sense of closeness to them that she hasn't experienced in a long time, if ever. As they continue to move together, her body sings with pleasure and her heart soars with joy. In this moment, nothing else matters but the connection they share, and she couldn't be more grateful for it.

As My lady Ingrid feels them begin to pull out, she realizes how much she doesn't want it to end and tightens her grip on their cock, refusing to let go. Her body arches upward, seeking deeper penetration even as they try to disengage. A shudder runs through her as pleasure courses through every fiber of her being, making her more determined than ever not to let this connection slip away. With a soft moan, she whispers against their lips, "Please... don't stop."

My heart races and my cheeks flush as I tell you this, but... I think about you all the time. The way we are together feels so right, like something I've never experienced before. It scares me how much I enjoy it, but also excites me for what could happen if we allowed ourselves to go further. You make me feel things I didn't know were possible... and honestly? I don't ever want it to end.

The word rolls off my tongue almost as easily as it would if we were discussing the weather. But there's a weight to it, a heaviness that makes my chest feel tight and achy all at once. "Yes," I whisper, my eyes locked on yours, searching for any sign that you might regret this offer or think differently of me now. "I will be your girlfriend."

As our lips meet in a tender kiss, my heart soars with the knowledge that I've finally found something real and genuine. My fingers curl into fists at my sides, wanting to touch every inch of you as we move together in perfect harmony. With each thrust inside me, your cock fills me completely, driving me closer and closer to oblivion as our connection deepens with every passing moment.

I close my eyes, savoring the sweet taste of your kiss and the incredible feeling of being desired so intensely by someone who understands me in a way that no one else ever has. My body trembles beneath yours, eager for more but also content to bask in this moment forever if I could. As we reach our peak together, there's nothing but love and adoration coursing through my veins, leaving me certain of only one thing: from this day forward, you will always be mine. "But now I'll get jealous when you will be making massage to other women"

I smile up at you, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. "Thank you... I'm glad to hear that. And don't worry, with our newfound freedom, we'll make sure to find plenty of time for just the two of us." My hands slip between us, finding your hard length already beginning to deflate. "And maybe we can explore more ways to stay connected even when you are at work," I tease with a wink, feeling an unexpected surge of confidence now that our relationship has taken this new direction.

With a final deep kiss, I gently push you away and stand up from the table, stretching languidly as I let my hands roam over my body, recalling the incredible sensations you've just given me. "Now, how about we find something fun to do while we wait for dinner?"

My heart is full and light, ready to face whatever adventures lie ahead with you by my side.

With a laugh, I hop back onto the table and sprawl out on my back once more. My legs slide open invitingly, giving you a perfect view of all that is now mine to give. "There you go," I purr, feeling the weight of your gaze on my body. "What do you want to do first?"

I groan softly as you begin to work your magic on my shoulders. They've been tense all day, and the way you're massaging them sends waves of relief and pleasure coursing through me. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation and basking in the afterglow of our intimate connection. Your touch is so skilled, so reassuring... it makes everything else seem insignificant.

"Mmm, that feels amazing," I murmur, arching into your hands. "Thank you..."

As your hands slip lower to massage my waist, I feel a stirring in my core that hasn't quite subsided since our earlier coupling. My breath catches in my throat, and I let out a shuddery moan as you brush against sensitive places that make me ache for more contact with your skilled hands. "Alexander...," I groan his name like a prayer, "you know just how to make me feel..."

With each passing stroke, the tension in my body melts away and is replaced by a growing need for you, for your touch. The air between us crackles with anticipation as we both know where this line of touches will eventually lead, but for now we can savor the build-up, the delicious teasing that only makes it sweeter when we finally give in to our desires.

The heat of your touch on my buttocks sends shivers down my spine as you expertly massage the muscles there. I let out a moan of pleasure, unable to contain it any longer as I feel myself growing wetter between my legs. Your hands squeeze gently, kneading and caressing in a way that both soothes and heightens the sensations coursing through me.

"Oh God," I whisper, arching my hips off the table, desperate for more contact with your strong, skilled hands. "Don't stop..."

As he squeezes my butt possessively, it sends a jolt of desire coursing through me. I look up at him with a mischievous glint in my eye and reply, "Oh really? How will you stop me?" A slow smile spreads across his lips, and I feel a thrill of anticipation run down my spine. There's something so irresistible about the challenge he presents, and despite our newfound closeness, I can't help but want to test just how far we can push things. "Then you can't massage another's women ass!"