Chapter 8
by 
kalanac
Do you comply?
Yes
It's never wise to defy a nobleman. You kneel before him and begin inexpertly rubbing his calf muscles. You clearly feel the muscle beneath his leggings, but avoid looking up, staring firmly at the ground, trying not to blush.
"Ah, that's good, a little higher" he asks.
You work up past the knee and gently knead his lower thighs. Again, they're thick and firm. This noble clearly wasn't the kind to sit around at banquets and get fat the whole time.
"Higher" says the noble with a content sigh.
You inch up higher, your hands now beneath the hem of his long tunic.
"Higher" he says again, suggestively.