The Marrying Bet

Reflexology Massage

Vara immediately sat on a chair, the young therapist was silent while washing Vara's feet with soap while gently rubbing both of Vara's legs. After rinsing both of Vara's legs with warm water, the therapist began to soak Vara's feet in warm water sprinkled with salt. Patently, the young therapist gently wiped Vara's feet with a dry towel. Then Vara is welcome to the reflexology room located not far from the foot wash.

Viceroy, who had decided to wait in the lobby, followed Vara to the massage room. The massage room was dimly lit, the room was not large, containing only two chairs that could be positioned. Vara sat as comfortably as possible in that soft chair. The adorable young therapist gave her a bag of heated stones to put behind Vara's neck.

Vara smiled and closed her eyes. While Viceroy sitting in an empty chair was irritated, why was Vara's therapist a man? Can't just be a woman?

"Excuse me," the therapist said, setting the bottom of the seat that Vara was sitting on.

The therapist started massaging Vara's feet. 

"Excuse me, is this enough?" ask the therapist when placing emphasis on Vara's legs.

"Enough" replied Vara.

Viceroy watched over the therapist with annoyance that began to spread. The therapist was able to freely hold Vara's leg, even Vara seemed to be closed enjoying the man's massage. Viceroy was wide, because the therapist seemed to reveal a little Vara skirt to the knee, then massaged up and down Vara's calf.

"Emmh..,"Vara bellowed biting on her lower lip while pounding.

Viceroy in shock, why did this scene before him look so erotic? What is this seerotis reflexology?

Viceroy had never even touched Vara's body, why was this man so freely touching Vara, even in front of Viceroy's eyes. 

"Mas, Mas, stop!" viceroy told the young therapist.

"Viceroy?!" sergeant Vara glared at Viceroy.

Viceroy's face was flushed with emotion. 

"Mas, continue," Vara ordered.

"Mas, stop!" Viceroy's orders.

"Mas, I paid the bill," said Vara.

The young therapist looked down in fear as Viceroy glared as if to strangle him. The young therapist seemed to tremble.

"Vara! You can continue as long as the therapist is replaced by a woman" Viceroy said.

Vara rolled her eyeballs. What's wrong with this guy? There's no way Vara could replace a female therapist, at this reflexology center, for reflexology done by a male therapist. 

Has this guy never had reflexology in this place? 

Vara throbbed, she immediately ended a thirty-minute reflexology session. Vara even felt her legs weigh sideways as she stepped out of the massage room. 

Viceroy hid his smile, for some reason he felt happy because Vara obeyed his orders. Vara headed to the cashier to pay the bill, it felt heavy to have to pay in full even though the reflection session had not been completed. It feels like Vara is sorry to have invited Viceroy to come to this place. I don't know what that guy was thinking. Vara was just starting to relax.

"The room is number 5" Vara told the cashier.

"The room number 5 has been paid, brother," replied the cashier was friendly.

Vara harrumphed, the man had actually paid Vara's bill. Vara immediately approached Viceroy who was waiting on his motorcycle.

"Viceroy, how much did you pay for my massage?" ask Vara.

"No need" replied Viceroy.

"Don't make me owe you anything" Vara said.

"Don't I just say I paid your bills?" said Viceroy again.

"Viceroy, please don't make me look like a man with no money!" said Vara. 

Viceroy looked towards Vara.

"It's enough that I took out my credit card, don't make me owe you, '" Vara continued.