Mason - the Masseur (Sheila)

 My private cellphone buzzed relentlessly.

I was busy on my work e-mail scheduling repeat appointments for some of my regulars. Two of them were loaded and very generous. I wanted them to feel special, so the last thing I'd do is disconnect them in order to answer a private call.

I was done with both of them 20 minutes later and then I checked my phone.

It was my mother.

She never before called during late morning hours. I had to check that there was no emergency.

"Hi mom, did you try to reach me?"

"Yes Al. I am sorry to bother you at an hour that you are probably at work, but it's about your older sister, Sheila."

"What happened?..."

"Since you moved to the big city, you hardly visit us anymore, so I am not sure how much you know already. You remember Sheila's George? Well, that miserable son of a... started gambling again about 3 weeks ago. He lost half their savings before Sheila found out about it. She confronted him a week ago and they had a major argument, after which she was too upset to stay with him in the house. She drove toward our house with tears blinding her and... she had an accident. She stayed in the hospital for 2 days to rule out major trauma. Her X rays did not reveal broken bones, but her soft tissues had bruises, hematomas and edema. She was sent home and they recommended physical therapy and gentle massages of her legs and back at least 2-3 times a week for the next month. In the past you told us, that you were employed by a large company. We do not have your work address or work phone, but I still remember that you work as a masseur. I thought that you could help... If you do the massages she needs, it will save us  lot of money..."

"Mom, why didn'tyou call me immediately when the accident occurred?! I always loved Sheila! I just couldn't stand this jerk she called husband... Anyway, let me talk to her if she is with you."

A minute later Sheila was on the phone, "Hi little brother, how are you doing these days?"

"Sheila, I hate you! Why didn't you talk to me about your trauma?!..."

She hesitated, "Because you hate George and you are short tempered... I was afraid that you'd kill him and end up in jail... Al dear, let's ignore the past, please. Can you help me with the massages? I'd appreciate it if you give me a family discount..."

"Sheila, did your brain suffer a concussion during the accident?..."

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Because you know that I love you more than anybody in our family and I would not even think of charging you! But you still owe me - Every massage I give you, you make me coffee with lot's of sugar and a touch of milk..."

Her laugh sounded like happy bells... "Dear Al, I missed you so much. I knew about your feelings toward my husband, or shall I say it 'soon to be my former husband'... so I didn't bother you. But now I can really use your help."

"Sheila, when do you want to start?"

"The doctor told me that the earlier I begin, the better the chance of full recovery. And I also have all the medical documents that may tell you what I went through, so you can tailor the right massage for me. In short, the injury involved mostly the side of my body starting at the hip and going up to the side of my chest, but I feel pains in my neck and shoulder as well... Sorry to sound like a whiny baby, but I thought it's better if you have all the information before you start..."

"Sheila, that's good. First question... Can you drive?"

"Yes I can. When I get into and out of the car I have some pains, but they are only mild."

"Can you be at the address I give you tomorrow at 5 pm with all your medical records?"

"Of course!. And... Thank you brother!"

As a reminder to those who never read the first chapter (Mason the masseur, The beginning), my family members knew my real name, Al, and that I was just a simple masseur, working with a team of other employees like me for a boss whose first name started with M. Nobody knew about my 'extracurricular activity'...

The next day at 4 pm I was at my luxury place, preparing for Sheila's arrival.

I checked that the sheets, towels and oils were warm and pleasant to the touch. I adjusted the lights and room temperature and even bought some flowers to add some live decoration...

Sheila knocked on the door on time. I let her in and looked at her.

She was older than me by 2 years, 5'6", 130lbs and... I always liked her a lot.

Damn husband of hers separated us...

I kissed her cheek and hugged her. She grimaced.

"Oh, sorry sis... Please come on in."

She entered and her eyes widened, 'I've been to a masseuse before... twice! But this is a much nicer place... Your boss must have a successful business..."

I chuckled, "Yes he does! Do you care for some tea before we start?"

"I prefer to have my tea later. By the way, I showered before driving here, but if it's required, I can take another one..."

"That won't be necessary. But I would like to read your medical records before starting. I want to be sure that I do the right thing and not causing any harm... During this time you can look at the journals or watch TV."

It took me 15 minutes to go through all the paperwork. It was obvious that the actual massage would be very limited to certain areas in her body, while a much more gentle tweaking will be appropriate for the injured tissues.

"Sheila, I see that most of your torso needs my attention. I suggest that you undress completely. Lie down on your stomach first, with your head inside this soft ring. Cover your butt with this towel. I'll be outside for 10 minutes while you take off your clothes, unless you need me to help you."

"That will be OK Al. It hurts a little, but I can do it."

I closed the door behind me and reread again some of the details about her wounds. She was very lucky to escape a permanent damage...

I entered the room and stared at her wounds for the first time.

Her mid to upper left thigh had reddish bruises. The left side of her back extending to her left chest had a large blueish coloration with several stitches somewhat lower. There were no obvious signs of injury to the spine area or the neck.

She guessed that I was examining her contusion areas and mumbled into her pillow, "I lost all my sex appeal, didn't I?..."

I giggled, "Pretty sister, you'll need more than that to change my mind about you being very attractive..."

She didn't respond.

"Sheila, your wounds are mostly on the back and left side, so I'll do it differently than most forms of common massage. I'll apply regular strength force to your right side and later add more gentle touches near and around your injured parts."

"You are the boss. Do whatever you think is right..."

I needed to know where exactly and how sensitive each part was.

It is well known that certain areas may look OK, but they harbor some damage or hurt when tweaked.

I decided to skip the feet and calves and concentrate on the thighs and torso.

I gently began applying warm lavender oil on her right thigh, moving from the knee up.

Sheila whispered, "It feels so good..."

The higher I went, her legs separated wider.

I stopped about an inch from her groin when I heard her gasping.

Her legs motion displaced the towel, revealing part of her left ass cheek, that was bruised too.

"Sis, if you don't want to, I won't do it, but your glutes need some treatment as well!"

She blurted, "Brother, I am not that shy anymore. Do whatever you think is necessary. If you have to do my butt, just take the towel off and do it..."

I removed the towel and saw that her left ass cheek was red with multiple superficial bruises.

I kneaded her right globe. It was muscular, round and... very feminine.

"Sheila, you haven't gained weight in the last 5 years. How do you do it? I myself gained 4 pounds."

"Because I became a vegan and try to exercise 3 times a week. Add to this the latest troubles with George, which made me lose my appetite..."

"Sheila darling, do you mind if I left you here by yourself for a couple of hours and teach your moron husband a lesson he'll never forget?!..."

She chuckled into her ring, "Now you see why I didn't tell you about it when it happened... The last thing I want is to see my beloved brother in jail!..."

"Sheila, you are so pretty, smart and educated. What the hell did you find in this idiot? I love you too much to let you suffer his constant shenanigans!..."

"Al, be nice. I told you that I started the proceedings to divorce him. In the meantime I want you to know that your hands on my body feel wonderful. Even without my injuries I'd pay to have your soothing hands do my body..."

"Sheila, I know that you are trying to distract me from thinking about your loser husband, but thanks for the compliment..."

She was silent.

I moved to her right back, relieved some knots in the upper parts and liked her good muscle tone and smooth skin. She moaned lightly.

I wanted to do the neck last, so I moved to her bruised left thigh.

I checked beforehand and found no open wound

I poured additional oil on my palms and gently touched her reddish skin.

She sighed.

"Does it hurt? Tell me if an area is too sensitive!..."

"It doesn't hurt. It feels good. You can even do it harder if you think it's better..."

I applied slightly more pressure, gradually trailing upward.

Sheila's legs spread further, allowing my right hand to reach her inner part.

By doing so, her cunt that was no longer covered with a towel and was fully exposed to me... Her symmetric labia folds were perfect. I was able to see only scant hair on her partly hidden mound...

'Geez louise! This is my older sister... Being a voyeur is not a compliment in my book! And doing it to my sister!... WTF!...'

But my dick was not as remorseful... It started stirring, pushing against the front of my robe. 'Down boy,' I ordered it using my brain power.. But to no avail...

Next I placed my hands lightly on her left ass cheek.

Her breathing became faster and louder.

I tweaked it carefully, again admiring the lack of cellulite and wrinkles...

When I touched the part that was near her crack, her thighs separated wider.

Her soft moans were barely heard.

I went to take more oil and peeked at her pussy again.

Little drops of moisture were hanging on the sides of her cunt lips...

My sister was aroused... Just like me...

Where did my professionalism or my respect for my family go?!...

Then I did her back.

But the view of her pussy and the immoral thoughts about my sister's body remained and bothered me...

Lastly I carefully massaged her neck.

No bones felt unusual or sensitive, which was great. An injury to the neck may be devastating!

I was done and said, "Sheila, I think we did good for the first time. I know now what to do on your back side. The good news - I do not see any reason to believe that you won't heal completely in a relatively short time. I'll leave the room and you can put the robe on. Then we'll drink tea together..."

Sheila raised her head and looked at my face, on the way sneaking a glance at my groin.

Shit... I noticed that my organ was still engorged...

She smiled at me, "Al, your massage was divine! Seriously. I feel like new... When is the next massage and what do you plan to do next time?"

"Well, next time I want to increase the pressure on some of your injured parts, as well as to do certain areas in your front, like your left upper shoulder and front left thigh. But again, not seeing a sign pointing to a permanent damage is a great relief..."

Sheila gazed at me and said in a spoiled girl voice, "But I still have so many pains... I think I'll need your special cure for a long time..."

I laughed, "Sheila my dear, you don't have to use suffering as an excuse to see me or get another massage. Just let me know in advance and I'll find time for you."

We drank the black tea.

She was too quiet... I glanced at her pretty face. She blushed...

I thought to myself, 'We have time. We'll have to sort out some new issues...'

Monday afternoon I scheduled Sheila for another session.

She showed up all cheerful and kissed my cheek, "Thank you for finding time for a nonpaying customer..."

I laughed, "Sheila, I love you and I'll do anything for you, you know that... How are you doing since last time I saw you?"

She didn't respond and turned her face away, teary eyed.

I put my hand around her shoulder, "What is going on?! What happened?..."

She hesitated, " It's George... He threatened that if I do not cover his gambling debts, he will fight me in court. I have no doubt that eventually I'll win, but he may drag the proceedings for a long time..."

I hugged Sheila, "Sis, leave it to me. I'll make him sign the papers. And don't you worry, I am not going to kill him or hurt him, but I have some friends who will give him an offer he won't be able to refuse..."

"Thank you Al, you are the best. How can I ever repay you?!..."

"Well... next time you prepare a really large cup of coffee for me and add a lot of sugar, because you still owe me a regular cup of coffee for the first massage..." I joked.

Until that moment I didn't know that a human being's face can be both crying and laughing at the same time!...

"Lady, let's go in. Take your clothes off and be on your tummy. I'll be back in 10."

I checked Sheila's wounds and they appeared much better. The blueish coloration became smaller, the scratches more crusted and the red marking were almost gone.

"Sheila, from the look over your skin, everything is healing nice and fast. Any significant pain or sensitive areas that you want me to concentrate on or be more cautious when touching?"

"Physically I feel much better, especially after your first massage. Except for one spot on my left ass cheek that hurts when I turn my leg and an annoying pain in my upper left chest, everything feel almost back to normal..."

"I'll be more gentle is these two areas. So today I'll do a full torso massage and next time, if there are no untoward effects, we'll go for a regular, likely Swedish, massage."

She smiled, "Yes boss."

She didn't wait for me to leave and began undressing.

I left the room and returned 10 minutes later.

Sheila was on her tummy. No towel cover on any body part.

I used both hands to do her right thigh, moving from the knee upward.

Once I was nearing her ass, both her legs moved sideways, letting me go as high as I wanted on her inner thigh. I didn't go beyond an inch from her cunt.

Then I did the other one and her legs parted even more.

I heard soft moans...

I gazed at her pussy lips. They were soaked...

'Man, you're such a pervert! It's your sister for God's sake!...'

Next I kneaded both her butt cheeks.

While I was doing them, 2 drops of oil landed on her puckered hole. Instinctively the sphincter constricted.

My hands moved from the sides into the center, reaching close but not touching her anus.

She moaned again and whispered, "You are killing me..."

I ignored her pleas and moved to her back.

It was the most muscular and least sensitive part of her body.

She seemed to be more relaxed now... and even purring...

This time I found no knots. A good sign!

Lastly I moved in front of her head and did the back side of her shoulders, near the scapulae.

I brought 2 towels and said, "Sheila, your back side is done. I'll go outside and be back in 5. Turn on your back and cover with these towels everything that is not to be touched."

When I was back, her legs were apart and her cunt barely hidden by the folded towel.

The other towel was slightly folded too and concealed very little of her ample boobs.

In fact, except for the nipples, much of the breasts was breathing room air...

Oh god! she looked amazing. Her curves were very sexy.

Unfortunately for me, my cock was having the same thoughts about her curves...

By the time I was ready to resume the massage, the tent in my pants was too obvious!

Sheila's eyes were focusing on me... With a small grin...

I stood by her head and did the front of her shoulders.

The muscle tone was good. Sheila relaxed her shoulders and closed her eyes.

The maneuvers of her chest were enough to move the towel and now one of her nipples was fully exposed. The nipple was rock hard. She didn't budge...

I continued doing her shoulders with my eyes hypnotized on the naughty nipple.

She whispered, "Al dear, you can massage my nipple if you want..."

In retrospect, Sheila's eyes were not COMPLETELY closed...

I blushed and didn't answer.

Then I moved to her thighs.

The legs were spread before I even started...

I began with the healthy right one.

When I was close to her cunt, she spread her legs apart even more and the folded towel fell between her thighs.

I glanced at Sheila's face.

She was staring at my groin, that harbored a massive bulge... I wanted to bury myself!

I moved to the left side, trying desperately to concentrate on her left thigh and ignore her moist pussy that was begging me to touch it...

When I was close enough, Sheila lifted her torso and her mound touched my fingers...

I looked at Sheila again.

"Brother, stop fighting!... You know you want the same thing I do... You are wonderful at what you do, but at this point both of us wish for more. Your massage is awesome, but your touch is so arousing!... I wouldn't tell you about it had I not seen YOUR reaction to my body too... If you care to discuss the ethical and moral aspects, we can do it later, but right now I want to feel 'the thing' you hide behind your large tent... Please!..."

I stuttered, "Sheila deee... dear, you cannot immmmag... imagine how much I wouuu... would like to have you in my arms, buttt... shoouu... shouldn't we talk firrrr...first?..."

"Al please... you can talk as much as you want, but it won't change my mind. I see on you all the signs that you also want to play with my body... We are both adults!..."

She grabbed my shaky hand and placed it on her exposed hard nipple.

She continued watching my eyes, took a deep breath and her other hand began caressing the front of my pants.

"Sheila, often a massage gives erotic vibes to clients. Are you certain that you won't regret it later?!..."

"Al dear, these days I have no idea how I am going to feel tomorrow... But I'll tell you that - Lately you became a very handsome young man, who I trust and love very much. I wanted you even during the first massage!... And with the unacceptable relationship I have with George... The last time I had a fulfilling sex was decades ago... Can't you give up and... go for it?..."

"Sheila darling, I loved you all along. I missed you so much. I separated from you, because I knew that your miserable husband was bad for you... I simply could not watch you doing the biggest mistake of your life..."

"Al, please kiss me..."

Sheila looked so pretty, sexy, enticing, vulnerable...

I bent down and our lips met for the first time. She tasted minty sweet.

Her small hands embraced me, "I love you brother..."

I had a simple request, "Sheila, let's go to my house. It is more comfortable there and we do not have to rush..."

She did not argue and started collecting her stuff.

She probably thought that I was reluctant to do it in my workplace, because other masseurs from our team may show up.

But my reason was different.

I wanted my love to be in my arms in MY bed!... Not in the place where I was having encounters with paying customers...

Sheila drove behind me all the way to my house. It took us 35 minutes.

Before I opened the door, I stopped and kissed her lovingly.

Initially I thought of carrying her in my arms to bed. I rejected the idea, because I wasn't sure that my cavalier's gesture won't be hurtful after her accident.

It reminded me that in spite of my midriff urging me to be aggressive, Sheila was not completely healed yet...

"Girl, would you like something to drink?"

"Brother, let's leave the politeness to later... Would you be nice and... fuck me!..."

"Sheila, I thought you'd never ask... Last question, do you feel like taking a shower first or we'd skip it too?..."

"Darling, if after the massage my smell bothers you, I'll do it. Otherwise... I'd rather feel you as we are!..."

It took me about 2 seconds to be fully naked.

I stood up and watched Sheila taking her time undressing.

She had a constant smile on her face and every couple of seconds she gazed at me.

She took her time removing her blouse slowly... then taking off her skirt...

Her very slow undressing may have been partly due to being careful not to reinjure her wounds, although the more plausible reason was related to me watching her...

My love was performing an erotic striptease for my eyes only!

I saw her naked on the massage table before, but this time watching her beautiful body was a totally different story...

My cortex was able to control the movements of my legs and arms. However, my prick was engorging at an alarming speed, with Sheila's eyes focused on it...

At last she was standing in her birthday suit in front of me...

I devoured her with my eyes, still somewhat concerned about hurting her.

She chuckled, "Al dear, if your intention is to stay there all day long, perhaps I should dress up again?!..."

"Sis, I was admiring your beauty... You look amazing! And as you noticed already, the bulge in my pants verify that it's not just a compliment!..."

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. It wasn't very fancy.

It had a king size bed, a dresser, a small closet and a nice TV set.

We lied on the sheets facing each other.

I kissed Sheila fondly and my hand caressed her body lightly, "Sheila, before we start, I need to know 2 things. The first one has to do with pains. Can you tell me what movements bring about pains? I'll try to avoid those... The second issue is about preventing pregnancy. Are you protected, or do I need to use a condom? And in case you wish to know, I check myself for STDs every 3 months. The latest one, from 2 weeks ago was negative!..."

Sheila smirked, "I check myself for STDs once a year. My last negative test was 4 months ago... I am not worried about pregnancy. I have an IUD in my womb... And since the accident I was more ready to kick my husband than let him come close to me... However, I cannot answer your concern about potential pains.

"Well love, I'll try to take it easy. If you wish me to change anything I do, let me know..."

I felt that our discussion lasted long enough.

My erect pole insisted on some action...

I French kissed Sheila, sucking lightly on her luscious lips, while my tongue whirled inside her mouth.

My hand had a mind of it's own. I didn't even realize that it moved, until it landed on her round areola, looking for her hard nub.

She moaned in my mouth. Both her hands pulled me into her.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes.

Then I released myself, moved between her legs and kissed her neck.

She shivered slightly.

Subsequently I gradually descended on her smooth body, pausing shortly at her navel and then moving further down toward her cunt.

Her scant pubic hair was ticklish. And the smell was intoxicating...

If she wasn't just short time after a trauma, by now I'd be much more aggressive...

As I got closer to her pussy, her moans turned into louder groans and she pulled my face into her snatch...

I licked her puffy lips. She whimpered.

My tongue barely touched her love button and her torso jolted in the air with a shriek.

I inserted my tongue into her pussy and began fucking her with it.

Sheila gasped. Her body stiffened and a loud cry escaped her pouty mouth.

Seconds later a big convulsion pushed me downward.

She started cumming.

I held her hands tight and my tongue was doing the merengue on her clit...

As her body began relaxing after her orgasm, I inserted 2 fingers into her vagina.

I rubbed her G spot and with my lips sucked on her clitoris.

She went through another big wave of a powerful climax, that lasted longer this time.

Her breathing was shallow and her pulse 120 beats per minute.

I let her recover this time, caressing lightly her tummy, moving up to her breasts and then to her shapely neck.

She opened her eyes and smiled, "Brother, thank you, I needed that... But I also want you inside of me! You didn't orgasm yet..."

"You are right dear. I wanted to make sure that your body can take the shaking without too much pain! Seeing that you are doing much better, I intend to use and abuse your body for my own pleasure!..."

"Do it... Please!..."

I placed my aching hard cock at her moist entrance and slowly shoved it in.

I was surprised at how tight it was...

In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have been.

She never delivered a baby. And knowing about the animosity she felt toward George, it was clear that she did not have sex with him for quite some time...

My brain whispered to me another potential reason... Since George had such a 'big head', he probably owned a small dick, thus he never dilated her canal...

I proceeded cautiously, hearing Sheila moaning again.

Once I crossed the half way mark, her cunt widened faster and pretty soon I was all the way in.

I waited patiently few more seconds and then began shoving my cock in and out.

Sheila's body became limp and she sounded incoherently.

There was no sign that she was suffering.

It looked like she was totally out of it, so I increased my pace and ravaged her body like there was no tomorrow...

When I reached the top speed & force, she felt like a ragdoll in my arms...

The noises coming from her mouth were a mix of gibberish and whimpering.

I was close to cumming and really needed to...

I lifted her hands above her head, sucked hard on her nipple and pounded her mercilessly for another 10 seconds, before ejaculating my hot lava deep inside her pussy.

Sheila's body thrusted violently with each jet that hit her cervix...

After depositing 7 ropes in her tortured cunt, my organ slowed down.

I pulled it out of her and let the last few drops decorate her pussy lips.

Sheila stayed with her eyes closed and her breathing gradually resumed normal rate.

After 15 minutes she opened her eyes and gave me a puzzled stare, "What the fuck was THAT?!..."

I smirked, "Sheila, just like you said it, it was a FUCK..."

She came closer to me and hugged me tight, resting her head on my chest, "Al, you have no idea what you did... First of all, I felt no pain. The action started easy and was very pleasurable, but gradually it became more demanding, more intense, more arousing and at one point I felt that I was about to faint. Certain parts of what we did I don't recall, but one time it felt as if I was looking at the two of us from up above... I watched you shoving your cock into me like crazy. I wanted to scream and I couldn't. My mouth was blubbering all kind of things. I had no control!... And more importantly... I came... and came... and came... Al, sex never felt like that before!... If I am still alive tomorrow,... I'll remember what we did as the most intense, powerful and pleasurable experience in my lifetime..."

I chortled, "Are you suggesting that it was our first and ONLY time together?... EVER?!..."

She smiled, "I definitely hope not, but first I need to be sure that I still exist in the morning... I am so exhausted and my brain is one big mush... I don't think I'll be able to drive back home tonight. Can I sleep here with you and leave in the morning?..."

"Well Sheila, it's a charged question... First of all, you still owe me a big cup of coffee, that you'll make for me in the morning if you stay. But this is not all... Spending a whole night with the prettiest and sexiest woman in the world may excite my pole at some point. I am not sure if I'll be able to control it..."

Sheila sighed, "I knew that you were a dangerous person the first time I laid my eyes on you for my massage... I guess I do not have many options. Do I?!..."

The night after our first sex together came and went without additional sexual activities. Both of us were too tired to start another session...

And I think that we knew that later we'd have all the time in the world...

We ate breakfast together, glancing at each other all the time, kissed one another and behaved like 2 kids in love...

Sheila needed to go. She looked me in the eye, "Lover, when do I see you again?"

"Sheila dear, if it's up to me, you'd stay here... But I understand the complications it may cause, so let's agree that 'for your massages' you'll come here 3 times a week..."

"Darling, did you mean COME or CUM?..."

"Sister, you are such a pervert! Is this the way to talk to your brother?!..."

"Al, and if it's not the way, what are you going to do to me? Screw me?!..."

I laughed, "Sheila, I love you so much... I am just surprised how differently you speak now comparing to any other time before the first massage..."

"Well stud, I blame you for what happened to me... The way I talk and the way I behaved in bed!... I am sure that you used some kind of hypnotic-massage or fuck-potion, because it's more than that... I feel free from my old conservative upper control! It's almost like becoming a slut and loving it..."

"Sheila, you need to leave now, otherwise you'll be late. I am not going to phone you, because your free times keeps changing, but whenever you have a break, call me, please. Love you girl. By the way, I'll stop at mom's house tomorrow morning to pick up your divorce papers. Make sure that mom knows where they are!"

I kissed her good bye and she drove away.

Five minutes after she left I called Deion.

After 3 rings a deep voice answered, "Who is it?"

"That's Al. You don't recognize my voice anymore?"

"Al, I hate you..."

I laughed, "I know. Anyway, I need you to do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"I want you to accompany me to my sister's house. She is not there, but her husband is. I'll do all the talking. Your job is to stand there with me and just look at him. That's all."

"Do I get my fee as before?..."

"Yes, I promise. Actually, when I come pick you up, I'll bring it to you in a bag. So when you stand with me in his house, you'll have the closed bag in your hand. And by the way, ask Sandra to bring you the largest hospital gloves. I want you to wear them for this meeting."

"When you want us to go?"

"Let's do it tomorrow evening. I'll pick you up at 7 in the evening."

Exactly at 7 pm I stopped by his house.

Deion came out. I stared at him. He had the gloves on already...

Deion was a black guy, 6'10", about 300 pounds of pure muscle.

He had the body of Moses Malone and the face of young George Foreman...

He definitely looked very scary!...

I gave him the bag, reminded him to keep it closed and look at the content only after we're done.

I drove to my sister's house and rang the bell.

After about 30 seconds there was still no answer, so I rang again, pushing on the button for 10 seconds.

"I am coming, damn you!..." I heard an angry voice from inside.

George opened the door.

When he saw me, he tried to close the door in my face, but I was able to insert my leg between the door and the frame. Then Deion pushed the door open.

George backed and asked nervously, "What do you want?"

"Oh not much really. I just heard from my sister Sheila, that you were somewhat reluctant to sign the divorce papers. I explained to her that it was likely just a misunderstanding. I told her that I'd help you find the places where you needed to sign. And I brought with me Deion too. He could be our witness to verify that the signature was not a forgery... So Georgy, let's sit down and finish this little thing."

"Al, I have no intention to sign the papers and you cannot make..."

I put my hand around his shoulder and said softly, "You are right my friend. I do not plan to force you to do anything you are not thrilled to do, but we have a minor issue here. You see, my friend Deion owes me a favor, because of something I did for him years ago. I also promised to pay him. Now Deion doesn't like to talk much and this could be both a blessing and a problem... Seven years ago a brute tried to make him talk when Deion wasn't in the mood. To cut the story short, this guy is still walking with crutches. Subsequently Deion ended up in jail for 2 years. Three months after he was released, 2 guys did not treat his wife with respect. One of the guys ended up with a broken jaw, while the other one managed to escape with only a broken arm. So Deion entered prison again for few years. Instead of becoming a model citizen, he swore to take revenge on certain type of people, especially guys who do not treat women nicely. I told him about the 'situation' between you and Sheila and he started smiling. You don't believe it! I never saw him smiling before... He suggested that we'd go together to... How do I say it nicely... 'convince you', that it would be better for your health if you are nice and sign your full name in the right places. Oh, and I see that Deion brought THE bag with him... You know, lately he began reading about torture methods, like those that were used by the East German Stasi... I bet he is dying to try these on somebody..."

George whined, "Al, this will cost you dearly! Where do you want me to sign?..."

"Oh, my friend Georgy, I knew that you'd understand... Just be a good boy and sign your regular John Hancock. Please be good and do it without tricks or mistakes, because I get the feeling that Deion here is very anxious to find out how much time you'd stay conscious during his special treatment..."

"Al, stop it... Just show me where to sign and go away... Please!"

After George signed in the appropriate places, I compared the signatures to the ones he used in prior documents. No, he didn't try any tricks. He really was scared of Deion...

"Thank you George and be well... Deion, I am sorry that you won't have your fun today, but I promise you to find a suitable victim... Sorry, I meant another suitable body to play with. Let's go..."

We entered my car and I started driving.

Deion began laughing, holding his tummy, "Al you are such a trickster..."

I smiled at him, "Buddy, trust me, he deserved it. He is such a schmuck!... I'll tell you later the whole story, but why don't your check your 'fee' in the bag..."

He opened the bag, "Thank you very much Al. These are great..."

The bag contained 2 large prisms of milk Toblerone!... Deion loved this particular Swiss chocolate.

"Deion, I am fairly busy today, so I'll just say hello to your lovely wife and leave. But I promise to visit next weekend."

At his home I saw the lady of the house. She was a cute smiley lady, barely 5' tall.

"Al darling, I haven't seen you in ages. I told Deion that if you do not show up soon, I'm coming to your house and beat you up!..."

I hugged her, "Sandra, I am very sorry, but I really was too busy. If I visit on Saturday, will you make me your special fruit cake?..."

"Promise to come more often and I'll consider it..."

I kissed her forehead and left my friends to enjoy the Toblerone.

At this point, some background about Deion and me may shed light on our unique friendship.

I met him in massage school. He had no friends there. One time I helped him with the proper technique of performing a certain massage. Subsequently we became friends. Once we went together to a coffee place. I needed to make a private phone call, so I went out the back door. Two bullies stalked me and were about to grab my money and my phone. I was trapped. Then Deion came out. As he was walking slowly in their direction, he asked them if they needed help. They saw his demeanor and ran immediately... By the way, did I mention that he had never hurt anybody in his life?... When Sandra (His cute little boss... Sorry, his wife), needed his help to get rid of spiders or flies in the house, he carefully collected them and then freed them outside... Deion's frightening appearance was very helpful on some occasions, but in my opinion even a teddy bear was more aggressive than him... Anyway, the guy LOVED Toblerone chocolates and I brought some of those with me each time I visited the nice couple...

Later I drove to my mother's home and handed her the signed papers. I reminded her to give them to Sheila and file them as soon as possible.

That evening Sheila phoned me, "Al, thank you for the papers. One question... Is George still alive?!..."

"How should I know?!... When I left him, he was unhappy for some reason, but he was alive and unharmed. Physically I mean..."

"Al, you do so many favors for me, that I have no idea how to thank you enough..."

"Honey, your love is good enough, but if you insist... make for me your special chocolate brownie cake..."

She whispered, "You jerk, I love you... LOVE YOU... L O V E Y O U..."

"Sis, can you leave the house now and come here?... I would love to see you and feel you again... I miss you already..."

"I'll wait 15 minutes and then tell mom that I want to visit Barbara. I'll be at your door by 8:15 pm."

"Sheila, please drive carefully. One accident was enough... It's not that I care about you, but I do not want to schedule you for additional massages... After all, you are a nonpaying customer..."

"She chuckled, "If one day I decide to whip you, you'll probably deserve it!... Be there soon love!"

Sheila arrived 5 minutes early and confessed, "I drove too fast. I was a bad girl... I know. But I really wanted to feel your hot body on mine again..."

I had a sudden urge to touch her amazing nakedness.

I almost ripped her clothes while undressing her...

Naked she stood in front of me, pushing her chest forward, as if challenging me to find a defect in her perfect anatomy... I couldn't, even if I wanted...

We were in bed a moment later.

I craved Sheila so much... The few remaining brain calls, those that were not busy thinking about our upcoming intercourse, reminded me to check her wounds before anything else... It was surprising to notice that very few signs of the accident remained...

I kissed Sheila deeply, feeling again her sweet taste.

I recalled from our last time that her pussy juices tasted to me like a candy...

Next I maneuvered our bodies into a 69 position.

Yes, I wished to taste her nectar again, but I also wanted to feel her delicious lips enveloping my cock and sucking it...