Anniversary. My busy husband adjusted his work for this day. We were supposed to spend some time together at a hotel, but my tired husband fell asleep, so I ordered a massage. How did it come to this? I don't know. But now, here I am, next to my beloved husband, spreading my legs for the masseuse. My pleasure points are being pressed, and my uncontrollable lust. Apologizing in my heart, I stifle my moans.
