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Gullible Innocent Wife (F/F)

... said, lowering the table. "You just lay there and relax while I clean you up."

Gina smirked to herself. Usually, she'd leave the table at full height while she cleaned up her client. But she wanted the handsome Mike lower.

"Just turn this way for me," she said.

Mike turned his head for Gina... his eyes forced to stare straight into the impossible thighs that filled his vision.

"It's ok, Mike... you can touch them," he heard her soft, smooth voice.

What? Touch them? Surely she didn't mean her legs??

"I like my clients to leave satisfied and you've been staring at my legs, Mike. Go ahead. Touch them."

"Oh, Gina, I uh... no... I'm married."

"Yes," she said. "Your wife is a lucky woman. Her husband sure is cute. But... you don't have a wedding ring on right now. So it's not really cheating. Besides... you're just touching me legs. It's not like we're having sex."

Of course, Gina's logic made no sense to a rational person... but Mike's cock was stiffening as he stared at the thighs that were just inches from his face. His cock instructed his mind to agree with Gina, and he stretched out a hand, gasping as it grazed Gina's thigh.

Gina was smiling more than ever as her handsome client's trembling hand moved over her thick, toned thigh.

"Ohhh Mike, I do love a leg massage. Will you massage my legs for me?"

Indeed he would!! In a flash, Mike was sitting upright, his head at Gina's waist height, his hands kneading those incredible thighs. Gina put ...

... a hand on Mike's head.

"Are my legs more beautiful than your wife's, Mike?"

Mike had lost himself. Gina's legs had him under their spell.

"Soooo much better Gina. Your legs... are perfect."

"Then... worship them."

She pulled his head forward and Mike began kissing her legs. He slid off the table to his knees, Gina standing over him. He went to her ankles, soft kisses, working his way up over her shapely calves, to her knees. He couldn't resist looking up under the short white robe.

"Go ahead, Mike," Gina teased. "Take them off."

The pretty lace panties - like his wife used to wear when she was younger - had Mike's attention. His hands moved firmly but sensually up her thighs from his kneeling position, his thumbs tucking into the top of Gina's panties as she began to work them down her legs.

She elegantly stepped out of them in pretty white wedge sandals, and Mark felt himself hypnotized by how gorgeous her feet looked.

"You... like me feet?" Gina asked with her eyebrow raised.

Mike shook his head. No - he didn't like feet at all!

But Gina smirked. Mike might not have been into feet before, but she could see hers had his attention. She giggled.

"Oh sweet Mike," she thought to herself, "My pretty feet are going to have their way with you."

She bent down, tucking a manicured finger under Mike's chin.

"Come, Mike."

The man slowly rose, Gina moving in for a kiss. Oh - what a kiss it was. Mike was blown away by Gina's soft, pouty lips, ...