"Private massage?"
Dirk Carter exclaimed.
Renee Carter saw doubt in Dirk Carter's eyes.
She waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Secretary General Carter, I think you misunderstand; I'm not trying to seduce you, but because of your current identity, you're the masseur at this bathhouse. If the person monitoring me enters and finds no signs of massage on me, she'll report to Franco Carter, and my contact with you will naturally be exposed."
"Alright, I'm not really losing out, am I? I'm happy to serve a beautiful lady like Director Carter."
Dirk Carter said this.
To dispel the barriers between the two.
He squeezed some essential oil onto his hand and said to Renee Carter, "Director Carter, I'll start now."
Renee Carter lay down again, using a prepared pillow to support her waist, making the private area rise prominently.
No kidding.
Renee Carter's petals were indeed tender and inviting, stirring a strong impulse to explore further.
