She trusted Emma, but as she pulled her car up to the very non-descript building, she began to wonder if Emma was playing a joke on her. Then again, there was also no paparazzi outside, no cameramen, no one. “Get naked and get on massage table now, darling-dear,” Anya said, pushing Taylor towards the table across the room. “We are now going to massage and stretch you, Taylor. “You shoulders are tight, darling-dear,” Anya said. Denied from Anya’s fingers earlier, Taylor’s body seemed to climax even harder as her stretched pussy gripped the dildo inside her tight, her body clenching against the invader, though Anya kept it pounding in and out as Taylor’s mind seemed to separate from the rest of her body.