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Picture this: A routine AC repair takes an unexpected turn when the technician's eyes land on my massage table. "Do you give massages?" he asks, intrigue sparkling in his gaze. I nod, and though he's got another client waiting, he promises to return. And return he does, fresh from the shower, a towel tantalizingly wrapped around his waist. I ask him to lose the towel, and as he lies down, I begin to work my magic on his back. But here's where things get interesting—I can't help but shed my own shorts, my excitement evident. As I continue the massage, I ask him to flip over, revealing his own growing anticipation. I can't resist any longer, and soon, I'm indulging in his desire, shedding my professional attire. What follows is a passionate dance of give and take, a back-and-forth of pleasure and prowess. He asks for a turn, and I oblige, only for him to find himself overwhelmed, surrendering to the intensity. In a swift move, he's got me on all fours, driving into me with a fervor that's impossible to fake. The room fills with the symphony of our connection, culminating in a grand finale that leaves him gasping, spent, and utterly satisfied. Who knew a simple repair could lead to such a steamy, heart-pounding performance? This is one 'house call' neither of us will ever forget!