I almost cried. I had been so excited, so hopeful. The thought of my powerful wife bringing me to a climax as I stood in front of her humiliated in a white bikini had been almost too much to bear. I was terribly disappointed, and also afraid of what was to come next. She looked at me and laughed. "You thought I was going to play with that pathetic excuse of a cock of yours? I'm afraid that is not going to happen. No, I am afraid that you have lost the privilege of sex with me. I always saw it as a burden, a simple obligation of marriage. I am relieved I won't have to endure having sex with you anymore. But don't think I am done with you. I will still use you for my amusement, but first I have to get you ready." She motioned to the sliding glass door that led out to the pool. "Outside with you, we are going to get you nice and tanned."

I was nervous. I had hired a neighborhood boy, Jack, to clean the pool once a week. He was a local misfit, always in trouble with the law while in high school. Now nineteen, he was trying to put his life into some type of order and did odd jobs for families in our neighborhood. Still the powerful air of a hoodlum surrounded him. He was strikingly handsome, tall and muscular, with tattoos on his shoulders and sandy blonde hair.

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Perks of the job

I have worked in a day spa in my home town for nearly a year now. I mainly specialise in massage and the vast majority of our clients are women.

We do have a few guys who are sports players but females do make up the bulk of our clientele.

Which speaking for me personally, I am very happy about. Some women are nervous and a bit apprehensive about having a man massage them and are a bit shy about being seen in a state of undress.

Once they get to know me they relax and normally prefer male hands as they do tend to use more pressure in massage.

I am incredibly fit and normally just wear shorts for the massage treatments, as it gets so hot when you’re giving a treatment.

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