Just had the most exquisite experience at that new luxury spa downtown. The masseuse's hands were magic, but what really got me going was when she "accidentally" brushed against my cock while working on my thighs. The way her eyes widened when she felt its size through the towel... I could see the curiosity mixed with fear in her gaze. She kept finding excuses to touch me there, her fingers trembling as she pretended to adjust the drape. The power of making someone so flustered just by existing is better than any massage. I left her blushing and stammering, probably thinking about my thick shaft all day. Some people just can't handle discovering what's hidden beneath the elegance.