Chapter 9

Jason looked as if he had touched something that was burning hot and quickly pulled his hand back with a red face. "I don't think this is appropriate, Mrs. Jackson."

I saw that he was getting hard, but still refused to take the next step.

"What's wrong? I just want you to massage my chest. What were you thinking?" I didn't want to let him pull his hand away, so I pinned his hand back down but looked as if I was puzzled.

"My chest has been bugging me for a while. The doctor said that I should have a massage regularly to ease the discomfort," I added.

With that, Jason nodded and his hands began moving.

I wanted to see how long he could hold his desires back for.

I moaned with his every move. This seemed to make him feel even more embarrassed and even his ears turned red.

I slowly sat up and looked at him flirtatiously. "Jason, I still don't understand. Didn't you say all men like what women dressed in such a way? Why did my husband cheat on me then? Or were you lying to me?"

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