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Your mother has been a customer of ours for a very long time. We’re so excited to have you joining us as well.” Jessica said as we walked. We finally reached a door marked ‘Lounge’ and she ushered us inside. Mommy moved immediately to a numbered locker, taking a small key out of her purse to open it. I turned to see Jessica waiting for my attention, her hand outstretched with a key on it. “You’ve been assigned locker number 42,” she explained. “Your father has paid for a yearly membership for you as well so this will be your personal locker for the duration of your time with us.” I smiled shyly, excited, and took the key from her. I glanced over at Mommy and she was removing her clothing and folding it neatly on a padded bench nearby. flashing “You may get undressed now. Feel free to wear a robe if you’re chilly otherwise you’re welcome to be nude during your stay here with us. Clothing tends to just get in the way anyway!” she winked at me and left us alone. I followed Mommy’s lead and unbuttoned my long tunic shirt. I folded it and shimmied out of my skinny jeans. Once that was folded as well I reached back to remove my small indian shelf bra and panties. I saw that there was a small shelf in the locker and a robe hanging up neatly below it. I placed my shoes on the bottom like I saw Mommy do and slipped my feet into plush padded slippers the had provided with the robe. I stored my stack of clothes on the upper shelf and took the robe out. It was heavy and felt like silk on the outside. The inside was lined with a velour like amateur fabric that was smooth and buttery against my skin as I slid it on. It was a creamy beige color and had a script MB monogrammed over my left breast. I felt very fancy. I locked locker number 42 and tucked the key in my pocket. “They’re ready for you,” Jessica said softly from the door. We followed her out, Mommy in her robe as well. “The hallways can be chilly,” she explained. We turned a corner and entered a large open space. One corner was set up similarly to a nail salon, manicure stations set up on one side, the desks large and roomy. Along the wall were what appeared to be pedicure stations, three luxurious chairs lined up side by side. Instead of the usual one bowl to place your feet in for the hot water there were two smaller ones side by side. It appeared as if there was one for each foot. How strange. Along another wall there were traditional massage tables spaced apart from one another. Those I was familiar with. He needed further clarification. She stroked him slowly at first but then faster and faster. What could he say? He walked flashing over to his pile of clothes and pulled a business card out of his pocket. I kept reminiscing of the sound of her voice, soft, soothing, innocent. She amateur looked at Nora, confused. “You don’t get it, Adam. I remember three separate sounds and the slow motion actions that followed each of them. Then she indian sent this text: She pulled on the chain, willing it to reach her nipple, whimpering as it pulled her other funbag upwards.