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Turning your attention to Freya, you can't help but admire her. With nothing to loose you address her:

“Is the spa your area of expertise?”

She turns, her natural blonde hair flows over her shoulders and dark tanned skin. She lets you catch up and walk alongside her. Her tits again, are just too much to look at. They are virtually perfect spheres; soft to touch but firm and so light they seemed to float on air. The shirt is held to together with what seems a single button, which strains under the pressure of those massive globes yearning to burst out. Both breasts glisten in what you assume are beads of sexual sweat and so bear a beautiful sheen.

Her presence exudes a sexual tension that is not unlike what you sensed from the bombshell in the bar this morning.

“It can be, but my expertise lies elsewhere” Freya says cryptically, then softening and adding “I am just helping out here for the moment”.

Her pouting pink lips that leave a slight gap for her teeth to show. They maintain a suggestive poise that seems to be saying "Stick your big thick cock in my mouth and we'll see how long you last.”

“So where does your expertise lie?”

“Entertainment” she replies in a deep husky voice that oozes pure sex. It is enough to melt the hardest of cocks on the spot.

Many men have probably done just that and most had have probably had the entire contents of their balls swallowed within a few minutes.

“What kind of entertainment?” you dare ask.

She dodges the question “All sorts of entertainment Mr. Daniels”.

She stops abruptly in front of what is probably your end destination. Inside you see a room filled with candles and low lighting. There is a table in the center of the room. Freya is very business-like as she points out that you may proceed inside.