I hairy pussy stepped backwards and sat down on one of the comfy-looking chairs, pleased to find that it was indeed comfortable, but baffled as to whether I was going about things the right way. Was Ryan just a code name for something? Was I even in the right place? I looked up at the wall to my right and saw a photo framed there. In it, a square-jawed middle-aged man with short, dark hair and bulging muscles smiled for the camera. “Massage Therapist of the Month” read the small plaque underneath the photo, followed by the name “Ryan”. The picture seemed to have been taken in this very room, with the same decorations and teal-colored walls behind “Ryan” as were behind me now. I was beginning to have serious doubts about whether I really wanted to go through with this massage. What if it wasn’t the kind of “massage” I had been looking for. What if it was, and Ryan was the administrator of said “massage”. I stood up to approach the desk, preparing to cancel my impromptu appointment, when I saw the beaded curtain part. A middle-aged woman with heavy bags under her eyes strode into the room, followed by Ryan himself, who was wearing the same white polo as in the photo on the wall. “Alright, Miss Hamilton,” he said in a deep, friendly voice, “Have a good day. And remember what I said about those insoles. They’ll go a long way with helping your back pain.” “Thank you so much, Ryan,” Miss Hamilton replied, “You always do a wonderful job.” “It’s Asian Porn my pleasure” Ryan said, and smiled warmly. The woman reached into the handbag hanging Teen Sex from her shoulder and pulled out a credit card, then turned to pay the woman at desk. I was staring in disbelief when my thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice, causing me to jump. “Mr. Philips?” Ryan was standing beside me, extending an outstretched hand to offer a handshake. “Uhhh,” was all I could muster. 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