C11 CHAPTER 11

When he ordered me to massage his legs, I wasn’t sure why I became obedient, or maybe I just felt bad for him. But, on the other hand, he was genuinely tired, so I believed it was the least I could do for him.

I massaged him for thirty minutes, and during those times, I was pressing his muscles. All I could hear from him was his groans. Or did he even moan? I wasn’t sure, though