PRETTY GHOSTS

Massage Treats

"Keep, what's it gonna take until tonight to see me?" asked Ozil as soon as the two of them sat inside the room in opposite positions.

"It's not night yet, Mom. It was only half seven in the evening," instead of directly answering, the woman instead chose another topic to distract.

"Yes, I know. But is it dark, Mother? Is there really a need for what's the same for me?" Ozil repeated the same question. However, he was curious about the arrival of the woman who was looking for him.

"I'm assigned my boss, to serve you, Mas," the woman's answer suddenly made Ozil immediately rang.

"Service me?" ozil asked, as he would not believe what he heard.

The woman nodded with a smile so sweet. "It means to massage your body, Mas."

"Oh," Ozil seems awkward because he has a bad mind. "But I don't want to be kicked anymore, ma'am?"

"I know. But this is my boss's order, how? If Mas Ozil doesn't want to, I'll get angry. You don't have to pay, Mom. I'll even get a bonus."

"What's the bonus, ma'am?" asked Ozil, curious.

"Twenty million," the woman replied lightly but succeeded in making Ozil again stunned.

"Massage is so expensive anyway, Ma'am?"

The woman smiled. "And I told you, I'm not a cheap masseuse.I fare so much, Mas. Sometimes they even pay more."

"Well! The hell time, mbak? Why until the payment is more expensive?"

The woman smiled again."Instead of Mas Ozil curious, we chat while yuk massage."

"Wooh! No, Ma'am," Ozil's getting nervous. But it seems that the woman did not accept the rejection made by Ozil. He instead crawled closer towards Ozil until the young man's face was a bit pale.

"I took off the shirt, huh?" Ozil nodded brokenly, and it didn't take long, the sleeveless shirt had already slipped off his body. "You're so good, my dear," Ozil held his breath as the skin of the woman's hand gently rubbed the chest of her field, right and left. It really feels the difference between human touch with the touch of the hands of ghosts.

"Have not had a shower?" asked the woman, and Ozil nodded somewhat embarrassedly. "Pantes, he smells fresh. Now, Mas on his stomach huh? Let me pijit the back of the body first." Again Ozil just nodded and he immediately moved and changed position to prone. The woman began to carry out her duties by massaging the legs first.

The massage is very good. Ozil admits it. Not just any massage that might just be masseuse. Women are like trained masseurs. Every inch of skin he touched seemed to have used calculations.

"Doesn't have a holster or a little towel?" ask the woman when massaging the hamstrings.

"What's it for, Mommy?"

"This color makes my hands hard to move. If you can, change it." Again Ozil was stunned. Although his innocent body has often been seen by ghosts, but to be seen by women in human form actually makes Ozil more restless. Ozil pointed towards the sheath hanging on the clothes hanger. The woman got up and grabbed him and ordered Ozil to take off his drawstring pants and climb on the scabbard.

"Well, if this is the finger I can move freely," said the woman casually while massaging Ozil's butt. While people who are massaged increasingly fret made.

Finished the affairs of the lower body, now lives the upper body that is massaged. Whether the oil is used by the woman, it smells very fragrant and makes it comfortable. Plus the massage, very soothing.

"Already, my mom, now back again." Said the masseuse a few dozen minutes later.

Still with unrest that did not fade, Ozil obeyed the woman's orders. The masseuse again began massaging on the soles of the feet. The restlessness in Ozil's mind is now gradually lost and changed into a sense of comfort. But that comfort did not last long. Ozil was again made restless as the masseuse's fingers began to creep into the thigh area and continued upward.

"Well! It's really tense, Mom?" said the woman with a smile. Ozil covered his face with his hands in shame. It was very clear that the woman's fingers repeatedly touched Ozil's stiffened trunk while massaging her left and right thighs and waist.

"The trunk wants me to massage all right, Mom?"

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