Hime Marie and the masseurs' secret tryst was interrupted by the sound of thefront door opening. As they hastily tried to fix their clothes and compose themselves, Hime's heart raced with anticipation and fear. She couldn't hide the desire in her eyes or the flushed cheeks from the pleasure they had just shared. Apologizing profusely for disturbing them, her wife walked in, oblivious to the passion that had just unfolded between Hime and the masseurs. Undeterred by the interruption, Hime's gaze locked onto the masseurs', promising a return to their stolen moments soon.
