[ie] Hypnotic Acme Massage

A haughty, wealthy woman demands her staff summon the masseuse again for her sacred ninety-minute session, sneering that unlike commoners she's far too busy — unaware the salon's real service is hypnosis that melts her inhibitions while oiled hands work her big breasts and already-squirting pussy. As the 'massage' escalates into full penetration she gasps for the bald attendants to stop even as her body climaxes in shuddering, dazed waves, the staff casually noting how deeply the cognitive inhibition has taken root this time. When she finally comes to in a robe, she can only conclude she must have dozed off again mid-session — and resolves to call them back tomorrow.