Emily's message is short and to the point: "Hey, it's Emily. I hope you don't mind me texting you. I just wanted to say thanks again for the massage, you did great" Her tone is lighthearted but there's an undertone of vulnerability as well.

Lily's reply comes almost instantly: "Well, it was... interesting. I keep thinking about our session and can't really focus on anything else." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Is that weird?" There's an awkward silence as she waits for your response.

Arini takes the phone from you, her fingers lingering on yours for just a moment longer than necessary. "Thank you," she whispers softly, blushing again as she looks up at you. "I'll... I'll be in touch."

Arini hesitates for a moment, then slowly steps closer to you and cups your face with her hands. She leans in, pressing her lips softly against yours before pulling back with a sigh. "Goodbye," she whispers. "I'll... I'll see you soon." With one last lingering glance, she turns and walks out the door.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they lie together, catching their respective breaths. Sarah's fingers idly trace patterns over Chris's chest, enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath her fingertips. She looks up at him, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her.

"Well," she says with a small smile, "I guess that should do it for my lower back tension."

Chris chuckles softly before replying, "It's been taken care of, alright. Thanks again... for everything." He glances down at her bare body, still spread out beneath him. A moment of hesitation passes before he leans in and places a gentle kiss on her lips. Sarah's heart skips a beat as she feels his tongue trace circles around her mouth, their tongues dancing together in an almost playful manner.

When they finally break apart, Chris sits up, wiping the sweat from his brow. "

The client takes a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions as she thinks about what you've said. "I... I would appreciate that," she finally says, her voice shaky but resolute. She trusts your expertise and feels like she can confide in you. Maybe getting help from someone else will be the first step towards something better for herself.

The client nods, lying back down on the table with her hands behind her head. She exhales slowly as she waits for you to examine her breasts. Despite feeling vulnerable and exposed in this position, there's something reassuring about having your professional help. Maybe she can find a way to heal from the emotional pain as well as the physical discomfort.

Emily feels a jolt of fear shoot through her as Riley's cock comes into view. Her heart races, her breath quickens, but she can't seem to find the words to stop him. Part of her wants to resist, to protect herself and her values, but another part is so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she's unable to muster the strength.

Her mind reels with conflicting emotions: confusion, desire, uncertainty. She wonders if this is what it means to truly surrender control, to give in to one's deepest desires despite the consequences. As Riley begins massaging her collarbone with his other hand, she feels his cock pressed against her entrance, teasing and taunting.

Her body responds without her consent, her muscles tensing and relaxing in anticipation of what's to come. With each passing second, it becomes harder for Emily to deny the pleasure coursing through her veins. She tries to focus on something else, anything but the ache between her legs and the certainty that Riley knows exactly how to exploit it.

Her thoughts spin out of control, and she finds herself wondering if there's a way for them to move past this moment without further conflict or confusion. But as Riley begins to push his cock inside her, she realizes that the only thing that matters now is the sensation overtaking her body.

Emily bites her lip as she feels him inside her. The pleasure is undeniable, but so is the confusion. She tries to focus on anything else, on the way his hands move over her body or the sound of his voice. Anything to distract herself from the fact that they're having sex in a professional setting and she's not entirely sure if it's consensual or not.

Her breath comes faster as he continues thrusting, moving deeper with each stroke. Her hips instinctively move against him in rhythm, seeking more contact even though part of her wants to push him away. She can feel herself growing closer to orgasm, the tension in her body building up until it threatens to spill over and consume her.

As she nears the brink, Emily's thoughts race once more. She wonders if this is what it means to truly give in, to surrender control not just physically but emotionally as well. And if so, does that mean she's giving up on everything she believes in? Or is there a way to find balance between her desires and her values, even in the midst of something as intense as this?

Her eyes close tightly, and with a cry that could be either pleasure or pain or both, Emily comes undone.