C2 Her husband doesn't know

After sitting in the lounge for a long time, I was still unable to calm down. I knew that such a woman would never be able to withstand it.

After a while, the team leader, Zhang Rong, pushed open the door with a big smile on his face, patted my shoulder and teased me.

"Kid, you're pretty good. You just arrived and you already made a big deal. That girl kept praising you when she left. This is her tip for you."

After saying that, he took out a stack of money from his pocket and placed it in my hand. He roughly estimated that there was at least two thousand yuan.

I came here to interview Zhang Rong to receive me, he can be considered my half master, usually treated me very well, I know he is really happy for me.

After work I sent the money to the hospital, and for the first time I felt that if I could make money, the job wouldn't be that bad.

In the next few days, I finally let go of everything I had. I used all my efforts to please those rich women, so my income naturally rose greatly as well.

When I arrived at the company that day, I received a notice from Qin Yan asking me to go to her house to breast-feed her.

The beauty salon has a "take-out" service. It's just a matter of giving more money and less money. I didn't think too much about it and went there.

Qin Yan lived in a high-end apartment, and the unique scent of her body still permeated the room.

With the experience from last time and the 'great enlightenment' I had two days ago, this time I was much more relaxed.

I naturally undid the clothes on her body. As before, I massaged her entire body before turning around and starting to massage her breasts.

But maybe this time, it was at home, and it was different from last time. From the start, Qin Yan did not suppress herself, her screams were louder than last time, and she was even more enchanted.

Once, when I pressed her sensitive spot, her messy hands unintentionally touched my sensitive spot, and I couldn't help but take a step back.

Every line has its own rules and regulations, and masseurs are no exception. Jung rarely talks about work with me, but he reminded me more than once not to talk about anything with customers.

I also agree with this point. If one can rely on skills, why would they sell their body, there's no difference between that and those ducks.

Honestly speaking, Qin Yan is very tempting, especially the mature charm that she exudes from her entire body, it makes a little virgin like me very tempted.

But I held back and pressed a few more buttons for her. Seeing that it was about time, I packed up my things and prepared to leave.

Who knew that just as I stopped, Qin Yan who was originally enjoying it with her eyes closed was displeased. She opened her beautiful eyes and asked me why I stopped.

I stood aside and respectfully said that I had pressed enough.

Qin Yan frowned after hearing this, and told me to continue pressing, she gave me more money.

He never thought that she would make such a request. One must know that when ordinary women meet a male lactographer, they would wish to end it as soon as possible. Moreover, with regards to breast-feeding, it would be fine as long as the effect is achieved.

Then looking at the beauty's face full of charm, was she really so coquettish that she couldn't take it anymore?

After hesitating for a bit, Qin Yan is, after all, a guest whom the manager had specially instructed me to serve.

I nodded my head in agreement. Just as I was about to continue, Qin Yan's phone on the table suddenly rang.

She picked it up and looked at it. Her face changed as she took the nightgown from the sofa handle and draped it over her shoulders. She told me to pack up my things as soon as possible and that her husband was back.

She pulled out a yoga pad from under the coffee table and laid it on the floor, letting me pretend to be her yoga teacher.

I was a little confused, but I still followed Qin Yan's instructions. After packing up, she laid on the yoga mat with one leg up, looking like she was really practicing yoga.

Her nightgown was originally short. Due to being in such a hurry just now, she didn't have the time to wear anything else. From my angle, I could clearly see the alluring scenery beneath the skirt.

"What are you daydreaming about, hurry up and pretend to be my coach."

Seeing that I was in a daze, Qin Yan called out to me. I reacted, and quickly went forward to squat in front of her, acting as if I was teaching her how to move.

Just as he was done, the door opened, Qin Yan's husband came back.

I sneaked a peek from the corner of my eye to see what kind of man had such luck with women that could marry into a wife of Qin Yan's level. However, the person who came in surprised me.

A bald man in his fifties, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase, walked in. He looked like a big boss.

Then, he looked at Qin Yan who had fair and tender skin and a slim figure that was at most 30 years old. These two were not husband and wife, but were rather father and daughter.

The bald man paused when he saw us, then pointed at me.

"Who are you?"

The tone was particularly unfriendly.

Before I replied, Qin Yan withdrew her seductive posture and stood up.

"This is my yoga coach. Hubby, why did you get off work so early today?"

After saying that, he nudged me with his elbow without leaving a trace. I hastily stretched out my hand.

"Hello sir, my name is Chen Yang. I'm Miss Qin's yoga instructor, today is my first class."

Qin Yan's husband ignored my outstretched hand and stared at me, as if she wanted to see through me.

Really, although the profession of lactographer sounded a little wretched, it was indeed an official profession. Since nothing happened between Qin Yan and I, then what was she hiding?