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Ohhh s****r !!

... her physical ther****t since she was a toddler. He is an old, white haired man now with strong, muscular forearms in an otherwise slender and stooped figure. I used to watch him put her through her paces, the grimace on her face as he loosened her muscles back to a subtle state, and then the relief as she was able to straighten her limbs. "I'll play Jim." I said. I've done it before but more just playing. "Ok, then I can get a full treatment in by the weekend." When we got home Izzy took a long hot bath. It helps to loosen her up. I pulled out the massage table and set it up in the f****y room just as Jim does. Mom came downstairs and smiled. "Good idea, Paul. Izzy has been stressed lately." She went back up to simmer water. She gets into the whole vibe about atmosphere and will kill the lights and burn incense or simmer herbs to optimize Izzy's therapy. Jim never complained, though sometimes I'd start wheezing. When Izzy came downstairs she was wearing a tank top and athletic shorts and Mom had already set up the simmering pots. Low oldies music was flowing over the system and Izzy gave me a quizzical look. "Mom." I said in explanation. She chuckled. "Well kill the music, or put on some trans." I found an ambient station and Izzy lay face down on the table. Her left leg was bent and resting on her perfect right one. Damn, that was not a good sign. I picked up the regular baby oil and poured a liberal amount into my palms. There are all kinds of fancy oils but in truth, ...

... baby oil is just fine. I gripped her left leg and gently began to pull it. I felt her try to extend it but it didn't completely straighten. My goal was to have it straightened before the end of the session. I rubbed my oil slickened hand up her calf where the muscle there was always tight...there and her thighs. Isabelle is not dark as our Italian heritage would tend to suggest. She's rather pale yet with a healthy glow. Her left side is withered and seems delicate, but it's not. It can take a lot of punishment and does. Right now I'm kneading and stretching, pulling and pressing deep into her muscle tissue. Even though she goes through this torture on a regular basis I can hear her biting back her pained cries. I don't like it, but I do it because it has to be done. After a long while her leg extends and she moves it freely. I move upward now; to her glute. The gluteus maximus is a huge muscle that gets tight and draws up her muscles on her side as well as down her legs. It affects her posture and can trigger much of her sciatic pain. I use my fingertips to dig into the muscle there. I can see her face now and she is grimacing. "You shouldn't have waited so long. The muscles are tough as raw hide." "Shhh." She murmured with closed eyes, seeming in deep concentration. I continued to rub her butt muscle, punishing it as much as I had her calves and thighs. I moved my attention to the other, healthy butt cheek to test the muscle, to compare and she jumped a little. "Sorry; ...