Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
You know that your knee has been bothering you for a long time, and everyone has told you to get it looked at, but you refused. Always going on and on about how Physical Therapy never actually helped anyone. You swear up and down that’s just a waste of time and money. Finally, however, your sweet wife couldn’t take your whining anymore, and she pushed you to go to the therapist and see what they could do for you.
When I came into the waiting room, your arms were folded over your chest, and you looked so grumpy—already determined that I wasn’t going to be able to help you. When I called your name, you stood up and followed me into the back, we went into a private room, and I shut the door. Then I asked you to have a seat on the high bench-like table.
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You scowled and hissed as you climbed up on the table, your knee throbbing from the movement. I was wearing a fitted button-up blouse with a few of the buttons undone at the top. My luscious cleavage was tempting you as I stood close and started to rub my hands over your knee. “This is the one causing you pain?” I asked, watching your hungry eyes gazing at the round curves of my body. My fingers pinched on either side of your knee and slid up your leg. You hoped I wouldn’t notice the twitch in your gym shorts, but it was apparent.
Your married cock was swelling for your pretty physical therapist. I licked at my lower lip and asked you to take your pants off. You laughed and said you didn’t think that was a good idea. I reminded you that I was a professional and just wanted to help you feel better. In order to do so, I’d like you to remove your shorts.
My fingers lifted the sticky pads of my Estim machine, and I saw worry flash in your eyes. “Trust me. I’m going to make you feel SO much better.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
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