The job of massaging others was quite simple - as long as one had a talent for it.
There was quite a lot of theory behind it, just like it was the case for pretty much everything else in the world. But after shedding all of the bloated theories, the bare truth was rather simple - you either had a feel for it or you didn't.
And I just so happened to have it.
Maybe it was instinct, maybe a result of constant practice from when my mom asked me to massage her back, maybe it was a gift from God. But my hands just knew how to find the tensed muscles and how to work those knots down to bring an instant relief to my subjects.
Never before did I think long or hard in a bid to figure out just what made me a good masseur. And today I wasn't going to change it.
"If you will be at any point uncomfortable, be sure to let me know."
With those words, I started on the task by bringing my hands low, barely an inch above Selia's ass.
