Her eyes lowered, locking onto his erect cock that was twitching in anticipation.
"Well, you certainly are ready, my lord."
Julian chuckled. "I sure am," he said, as he stroked himself slowly.
Emma chuckled softly as she stepped closer. "My lord," she said, "lie on your stomach, not your back. This is a massage, after all."
Julian smirked, releasing his hands from his cock. "As you wish, dear Emma," he replied.
He shifted his body and rolled over onto his stomach. He turned his head slightly. "I hope you are prepared to make this worth my while," he said.
Emma's eyes roamed over his body, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch him.
"Oh, my lord," she whispered, "you have no idea what I have in store for you."