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Nothing else truly untoward happened with Mrs Killian. I worked out that shooting pain, and wrapped up the massage on time. She thanked me, and said she was going to start booking longer times with me - she felt more relaxed than she had in weeks. She did give me a quick peck on the cheek as I walked her back out to the changing hall entrance once she was properly dressed again, and I didn’t fail to notice Jessica give me the double-eyebrow lift to tease me without saying anything.

The rest of my Friday afternoon started to blend together, and I lost track of which client I was on, as I daydreamed of Mrs Killian’s legs. They were nicely muscled, and her smooth, golden brown skin was like massaging a soft marble. Not to mention that peek at her boob.

It was funny; most of the Club clients were older, if not elderly, but I hadn’t really considered the fact until Mrs Killian that I was dealing with wealthy old men. And what did wealthy old men like?

Trophy Wives.

I didn’t know who Mr Kil