Another touch. Another sensation of pleasure. Sarah is off to college but this summer, she wants to get a job to help in her university expenses. She has a tough time looking for a summer job when she could work in the massage parlor her mom, Deb, owns. Sarah finds out her mom's actual job by mistake. She knows Deb owns a massage salon but does not know what goes on inside until one day, Sarah brings along Deb's phone by mistake. A client calls asking to reschedule an appointment. But Sarah can't find Deb anywhere. So she makes the last minute decision to take on the role of Willow, a masseuse in Deb's salon. How can Sarah remember everything Deb taught her about massages when the client's hand is on her thighs? And when the client turns around, Sarah is greeted by a very erect member. Read on to follow Sarah's adventures as Willow in the salon from one client to the next. *Sensual erotica for the mature audiences. Sample 1: "Um... excuse me." A deep voice said behind her. "You are not Deb." Sarah turned and saw a man in light purple dress shirt and gray slacks. He had glasses, brown eyes and a shaved head. She guessed he was in his late thirties and in good shape though too old to be any interest to her. "You're Rick?" At his nod, she said, "I'm..." A sudden flash of inspiration hit her. How hard could it be? "I'm a new therapist." "Nice to meet you." He shook her hand. "I thought I heard your mom say she wanted to find someone to help out." He gave a little chuckle. "You must be right out of school " "Guilty as charged." Sarah turned and fished around the key ring, looking for a key. Please let it be on here. The first strange key one didn't work, but the second one did. "Sorry I'm running a little late." She led him down the short hall to where the two massage rooms were located. "Why don't you get settled in the room to the left and I'll be right with you." Rick nodded. "Thanks." Nervousness fluttered through her stomach. Sample 2: His hand moved back to her ass moving back and forth. "You like what you see?" She smiled and nodded. "It certainly is a big one." He grabbed her wrist and gently moved her hand over to his member. Instinctively, she grasped the shaft and began to stroke it. It felt warm... very warm. "Oh yes..." Rick whispered. "Any chance you'd take off your top?" Sarah shook her head. "Maybe for another thirty?" Sarah laughed and shook her head again. "Fifty?" Her heart leaped. Fifty bucks for just showing her breasts? She tried to keep from blushing even more as she shrugged out of her shirt. She hesitated and then unclasped her bra. Here goes nothing. She returned to the table, her eyes cast downward and unsure where to touch him. She could feel her nipples getting rock hard. Sample 3: She counted the money - a hundred and thirty dollars The heat between her legs demanded release. Sarah went back into the room and kicked off her pants. Hopping onto the table, she grabbed the bottle of oil. Fervently, she began to rub herself. Usually she thought of one fantasy or person when she masturbated. But now, all sorts of memories crowded her mind. That time in the park with Kurt. The night summer air, warm and humid, they sat on a park bench. She playfully stroked his dick through his shorts until he whipped it out and begged her to finish it. Wetness began to leak between her fingers. Sean begging her to give him a bj BJ and the sensation of the head passing through her lips. The musky scent that filled her nostrils and the realization that she kind of liked giving head. Goosebumps pricked her body as she crested the first wave of pleasure. Her first experience. Ryan had looked so handsome in his suit for the dance. At the post party, they barely talked about it as the couples went off into different rooms of the house. She lay on the bed as they fumbled to stick his dick into her and how it wasn't until the second time that she began to feel pleasure. She was c