Topanga Lawrence looked around nervously as she entered the massage room. She was initially overwhelmed by the smell of incense burning. After a moment though, the scent started to relax her. She turned around and saw a tall, handsome man enter the room.
"Ma'am please remove your robe and lay face down on the massage table."
Topanga was outraged at the thought of getting naked in front of a strange man. He handed her a towel and another glass of champagne.
"Ma'am I'll leave the room for a moment so that you can disrobe and cover up."
The man left the room and Topanga thought about leaving and demanding a female masseuse instead. She took a sip of her champagne and started to relax even further. She decided that she would be laying face down with her ass covered by the towel, so it wouldn't make much of a difference if it was a man or a woman massaging her.
She untied the sash on her robe and laid face down on the table. She reached behind herself and draped the towel over her ass.
About thirty seconds later, the man re-entered the room. He lit another stick of incense and a few scented candles. He then pushed a button on the control panel on the wall and soft, rhythmic music filled the room. Topanga felt him pour warm massage oil on her back and then begin to rub it into her skin.
With every passing second, she felt herself become more and more relaxed. After a moment, she felt a warmth start to spread through her body. It seemed to originate in her crotch and intensify in her breasts. Her thoughts became muddled and cloudy. The only sensation she was able to concentrate on was the warmth spreading through her young body.
Her mind began to wander and drift. Soon unfamiliar sexual thoughts were invading her mind. She was concentrating on the feeling of the strange man's hands rubbing her naked body. She started to wonder what he looked like naked. Did he have big muscles? More importantly, did he have a big dick?
After a few minutes, she felt the towel being removed from her ass. Instead of objecting, she felt herself spreading her legs slightly and arching her back to stick her ass up in the air. She moaned softly as she felt his hands rubbing the insides of her thighs. She parted her legs further and felt his hands rubbing her round ass. When they moved back to her inner thighs, she felt herself arch her back even further and completely exposing her virgin pussy to the strange man.
He worked his hands up her thighs further until they were almost touching her moistening slit. Topanga slid down the table slightly and started to grind her wet pussy into the man's hands. She no longer cared about saving herself for marriage, or even saving herself for her future husband. She only cared about the intense feeling of pleasure she was getting from the man's large hands brushing against her twat.
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In another room, Rachel McGuire was sitting in a chair, leaned back with her head positioned in a sink. Her stylist took the empty champagne flute from her hand and started to massage the redhead's scalp. Rachel felt the warm water start to hit her head, and instantly started to relax and zone out as the woman's fingers worked through her crimson mane.
The stylist poured some shampoo into her hands and started to rub it into Rachel's scalp. All of the stress from her current college semester seemed to disappear instantly. She could feel her scalp getting warm and start to tingle. All of her worries and thoughts seemed to melt away.
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Angela Moore was being led to another room. She was handed another glass of champagne and led into the room. She was told to disrobe, lay down on the table and cover up with a towel. She quickly downed her champagne and laid down on the massage table. She could barely hear the music playing in the room. It seemed to be almost a pulsing, hip-hop beat.
She was on the table for what seemed like an eternity, the beat of the music felt like it was pulsing through her entire body. Suddenly, she heard the door open and close. She then felt a pair of large, strong hands starting to massage her back. She picked her head up slightly and saw a large, muscular, black man massaging her.
Her thoughts started to drift to her boyfriend, Shawn Hunter. She felt a twinge of guilt thinking about another man rubbing her naked, brown body, but then started to be turned on by the fact that she was being rubbed down by a large, black man. She started to wonder why she was with Shawn to begin with, when there were so many black guys in Philly for her to be with.
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Amy Matthews was laying completely naked in a shallow tub. A young, blonde girl entered the room. Amy estimated her age to be somewhere around 18.
"OK Mrs Matthews, I'm going to apply a special scrub to your body. After it covers all of your skin, I will leave the room. After twenty minutes, the shower above you will activate and you can rinse all of the scrub from your body. It should leave you feeling youthful and energetic."
The girl started to rub the strong smelling scrub into Amy's skin. She covered every inch of her naked body with the stuff and then instructed Amy to lay back down in the shallow tub.
As Amy laid there, she could feel the scrub tightening around her body as it dried. It was so intense, it felt like her body was tightening with the scrub. Her mind started to get lost in the soft, but energetic music that was playing in the room.
Her thoughts started to turn away from her husband and children and started to drift more toward shopping and partying. After what seemed like only seconds, she felt warm water start to cascade over her body. She stood up and washed the scrub from her skin.
When her hands brushed against her breasts, they seemed to feel more firm and sensitive. In fact, all of her skin seemed to be tighter, and her entire body seemed to be more firm. She looked into the mirror and was shocked to see her reflection.
She looked like she did when she was 18. Her body was completely free of any signs of aging. Her mind started to focus on all of the things that she would be able to do with her new, tight, young body. But she decided that she would definitely need to do something with her hair if she was every going to get young men to fuck her.
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Morgan Matthews was in complete darkness. They had placed a mask over her eyes and completely wrapped her body with some strange, green wrap. She felt a warm tingle spreading through her body, and slipped into unconsciousness.
While she was sleeping, her dreams were filled with visions of an exaggerated, overly sexual version of her being fucked in every way imaginable.
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