<strong>“I guess I do.”</strong>Waltz replied. He squirted a little massage oil on his hand and rubbed them together to get it warm.<strong>”But only a select few get the me-experience for free.”</strong>. He added and gently eased Fury face-down onto the massage table.<strong>”Truth in advertising: I’m a male escort. Some would call me a prostitute. I do bodyguard work – and more – for female executives. I guess it’s true what they say: it’s rather lonely at the top.”</strong>Waltz admitted and put his hands on Fury’s shoulders. He started out slowly – and tame – massaging the knots out of her powerful muscles. He had practiced a few times on men, but none of them had the size or raw strength of the girl he had on his table now, even if she was waifish and small…for a troll. Her skin was excellent as well. It took the oil well and got a beautiful, even shine as he rubbed it in. Maybe she had had the rough, natural dermal plates of her race removed or she was born without them. Like an elf born without pointed ears or an orc without sharp teeth, it happened on occasion. Working on her was not unlike working on any of the many human women he had massaged over the years – except when she moved, of course. Then, her size and the mass of muscles moving under her skin quickly reminded him that she was an exceptional client …no…<strong>friend</strong>.<br/><br/>Taming that strength, making it move and<em>quiver</em>only at his will… Waltz had to smile at the thought that tented his trousers. Yes, taming that strength, taming girl who possessed it, that was the challenge of the evening. At least until they went out there to get shot at.<br/><br/>Better not think about it!<br/><br/>Waltz took another handful of massage oil and his touch moved lower on her body, massaging Fury’s powerful legs - and where they met her body. After fifteen minutes of giving her backside a divine sensation, Waltz finally turned Fury around to work on her front. Taking your time was the key to everything: a good meal, a good massage, a good fuck. He placed a folded towel under her head and another one over her eyes so that she was forced to focus on the sensation he was about to give her. His busy hands moved over her body, deliberately avoiding the areas she wanted him touch the most, forcing her to settle for a heavenly second-best.<br/><br/>Finally, when she had trouble staying still on the table and her hips started to move on their own every time his hands worked on her midsection, he reached under the table and pulled out the drawer with the ‘extras’  he had ordered for them to play with.<br/><br/>Fury stirred as he placed the supple but strong leather of the bondage restraints over her wrists and ankles. He didn’t fasten them immediately, instead giving her time to get accustomed to the rich feeling of the material – and the idea that, yes, he was going to take charge now.<br/><br/><strong>“Ready for an evening full of surprise?”</strong>He whispered in her ear.<br/>