MY HELPER PASSION

THE GP 28

Deon manages to bring his masseuse home and happens to be the middle-aged female masseuse. So you can freely massage Izza.

"It hurts, buuu!" Izza shouted as her masseuse massaged the most painful part.

"Hold on a second, yeah," said the mother.

Izza was in a position to sleep on his stomach and the mother was massaging the pahha section over the bokkong section that hit the floor.

Deon was standing not far from the bed where Izza was being massaged by her mother. He folded his hands on his chest and could clearly see the wide-open smooth pahha and the bokkong containing Izza.

His gaze shifted on Izza's face which looked in pain as the mother massaged. Somehow Izza's facial expression now makes his brain travel everywhere.

"Aaaahh slowly!" pinta Izza while biting her lower lip held back the pain.

Then the mother asked Izza to sleep on her back and lower her legs. And the mother is now massaging the groin of Izza because if it slipped must be the part that will hurt.

Deon was made to fail to focus on seeing the chewy meat mounds behind the tight black street Izza was wearing. It looks big and tender like bread. And it did feel soft sskali when he touched it this morning.

In addition, Izza's inscriptions look very clear and smooth white. The man was made not to last there long. But he also did not want to waste this beautiful sight.

The next thirty minutes the mother finished her massage. And asked Izza to stand up. The quick motion deon helped Izza to get out of bed.

"Try the movement first slowly, definitely not as painful as before in the massage," said the mother.

Izza followed the mother's instructions. It wasn't as painful as it was and now it's much better. And slowly he was able to rise up to his feet despite still being helped by Deon.

"It hurts anyway, ma'am. But it's better than before" Izza said.

"Yes, it doesn't just go away with the pain. If not directly in the massage, wake up tomorrow morning must be the pocket is unusually severe. But lucky once fell directly in the massage and immediately handled. In the Lord's will tomorrow also be healed."

"Thank you, ma'am" Izza said.

"Together."

Deon helped Izza sit down again. Because Izza felt that he had not been strong for a long time.

"But it's okay, isn't it, mom? The bone's not broken, is it?" tanya Deon made sure.

"This is God, no. Lucky for her to be on standby as husband. So his wife was quickly taken care of. Take it easy" said the mother and thought that she was Izza's husband and Izza was his wife.

Deon glanced at Izza and the woman. They looked at each other for a second before Deon had to drive his mother back because there were other patients who had routinely had to be massaged.

When he was not strong, he sat down again. Try again and sit down again. Next so.

"I can definitely. I will definitely be healed" he said to encourage himself.

Izza began to multiply his steps around the room. Strengthen yourself if he can walk normally again. He suddenly felt pain and almost fell down again.

"Zaa .." cried Deon as he opened the door.

Lucky Deon came and quickly caught his body.

"Aww .." Izza again groaned in pain.

Deon lifted Izza up to the bed and laid the woman's body there.

"Be careful. Don't push yourself too hard to walk right now" Deon said as he straightened Izza's legs and sat there.

"Yes, sir. Sorry .. I'm sorry for bothering you" said Izza, feeling guilty.

"Don't talk like that. I don't feel bothered at all. I'm just worried that you're going to do something. As your employer, I have to take responsibility if something happens to you, too" Deon said.

Izza was silent after hearing the man's words. He thought what the man was doing was simply because he was attentive. But it turns out he did that because he did not want to be blamed as an employer for his aides.

"Just a second!" Deon got up from his seat and went out of the room.

It was not long before the man returned with the cup in his hand.

"It's a warm sweet tea. You drink first."

Deon gave the cup to Izza. The woman accepted it.

"Thank you" Izza said, looking at Deon's face.

Izza immediately drank his sweet tea. Deon quickly picked up his cup again after Izza drank it in half and placed it on the nightstand. Then he sat down next to the woman.

Izza lowered his head and occasionally stole a glance in this silent atmosphere. He tried to shake his mind if what the man did to him as a form of attention between two people. He will think if it is the form of attention of the employer to his assistant only. Not more.

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