Hans, a beefy German/Austrian

Anna's jaw dropped when she saw the blue eyed, blonde god that walked through the door. He was huge. He had to be over six foot 4, so more than a foot taller than her. His muscles had muscles, which was obvious because his t-shirt was so tight it looked ready to explode off of him. He didn't have an ounce of fat on his body, which made his muscles ripped and his cheekbones extra sharp and sexy.

This mountain of manliness walked in front of the couch, dropped to his knees and said, "Mistress Anna, I'm so glad to be home from work! Please command me!"

A name came to Anna's mind, but it was so obvious, it had to be wrong. "Um... Hans?"

He looked delighted to hear her say his name. "Yes, mistress?"

"I guess, um, could you check to see if that table is a little wobbly?"

"Of course, mistress! I'll get my tools!"

Hans ran off to another room. Anna looked at Dan, but he just smiled up at her as he rubbed her foot. Apparently, this was completely normal to him. Hans came back wearing a full tool belt and bent over to look at the table legs. Anna actually had no idea if the table was wobbly, but she'd really wanted to see Hans bend over. It was the right call. His bicycle shorts were just as tight as his shirt, and his butt was just as impressive as the rest of him.

Dan pressed just the right spot on Anna's foot, and she involuntarily cooed. Between the foot massage and the blonde beefcake, she was getting turned on.