Discommbobulated

This has been a long work day. Crisis after crisis. Boy do I need some sweet serenity. Pay day is always helpful. Left work early. Got my hair did..lol. Then sat my tired ass into a comfy chair so Tasha could tidy up my feet. She’s so precise at her craft. I love how she caresses my arches. As she meticulously takes her time to polish my toe nails. Goodness. She rubs my arches exactly how I need. I close my eyes and press the controls on the massage chair. She continues to rub. Feels sooo good. I begin to fantasize. I would love Tasha to direct me. To demand me to be obedient. My legs would be at her command. Tasha takes control as she always does every two weeks. I see it in her eyes. She plays bashful. Pretends not to speak my same language. She continues to caress my arches. My calves beckon for attention. I spread my legs slightly and she inches her firm small hands into my wetness. I moan as she explores the forbidden. My hips begin to rub against her wanting fingers. She knows my rhythm and graciously offers my desires. For a moment I indulge in my fantasy only to hear the sound of Tasha’s voice. Would you like a design?