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MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 118: Shiatsu Massage Chapter 118: Shiatsu Massage

Angelia

The room was a guest room but still with plenty of space to have, massage table. I couldn't tell whose room it was, if it was Marshall's or Kingston's since the only scent in here now was some type of oil. Calming music came from a small portable speaker, setting the relaxing tone in the room. Candles were burning and the lights were dimmed. "Hi," I greeted the kind-looking woman.

"Hello, Mrs. I Morgan. I

I am Maria, your masseuse for today." She introduced himself.

"...I am...I am not...eh." I stammered, trying to explain to her that I wasn't married to Riccardo.. Just the suggestion of it made my heart race. "We are not married." I finally said as I collected myself.

"Oh, I am sorry, my mistake. Have you ever had a shiatsu massage before?" She asked calmly as if she hadn't made me so fluttered that I had forgotten to speak. "No, I haven't had a....what did you call it? Shiatsu massage?"

"Yes, shiatsu is a type of of massage that

t helps balance your body and release tension." She explained..

"Now, if you would undress and lay down on the table on your stomach. I will be back in a couple. of minutes so we can start, there are paper briefs for you on the bed if you want to use them." I nodded, looking towards the bed and confirming that paper panties were laying there. She gave me a couple of more instructions before she left the room.

of it and I had never experienced a professional massage before. The closest I had gotten to it was at Marshall's house, the night he used a massage candle. Undressing, I left my own panties on and grabbed the paper ones to put over them as well. I climbed up on the table and laid down on my stomach,

Chapter 118: Shiatsu Massage

As she started, all I could do was enjoy the feeling of getting some proper care for my stiff muscles. It was, perhaps, the most fantastic and heavenly thing I had ever experienced aside from being with my men. I felt spoiled as I sunk deep into relaxation, the music lulling me to a calm state of mind and I couldn't grasp any

a

of. Just like one could be a feminist but still want to submit to a man. I didn't have to be one of the other, just the balance. As long as I didn't have to give up that part of me, as long as I didn't become too dependent on them. What was actually the problem? For a good one hour thirty minutes, every ache and worry fell away. My muscles beneath the skillful touch of a professional and my mind calmed down from its usual storm enough for me to see things more clearly. These men, my dominants, were everything I could have dreamed of. They took care of me

their

was because we were still at the beginning of our arrangement and they wanted us to

what

it

want to give that up. Nobody could compare to my dominants and I didn't want to have anyone else to compare them to either. The thought of being with someone else made me nauseous and I just hoped they felt the same at the thought of them being with another woman that

them

our friendship hasn't been an automatic thing. We had tightened our bond through the years we had known each other. But with these men, the bond was almost in place at the first hello. That had to meant something, right? When the appointment with Maria was over, I struggled to get up from the table. My whole body. felt like jelly, I had never been this relaxed before. She gave me privacy to get dressed and only then did I

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woman was. With one look at the hefty stack of bliss in her hand, I could guess why. I thanked her profusely, not

their stuff. Riccardo took one look at me in the bathrobe and back at the guy before sending me to his bedroom. Shaking my head amusingly, I walked towards his bedroom. One night, , he could let me do a public scene wearing only a corset and the next, he could react to me wearing a huge robe in the presence of another man, strange. My body was slick with massage oil and I could really use a shower to wash it all off Taking off the robe, I went to to turn on the shower and adjust the temperature to my liking. This time, I was prepared for the rain-like water coming from the ceiling. A cold gust of air danced across my skin as the bathroom door opened but I didn't turn around or try to cover myself up. Instead, I reached my hand under the spray and felt the water, just shy of hot and that was perfect. Still not turning around, I stepped inside the shower

around. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with this thumb as his