Go for it

You think about the steady money you get from Mrs. Carter and your mounting bills and realize you can't lose that extra cash every week.

"O.K. Mrs. Carter" you say. "I can do that for you, but you do realize that this isn't part of a typical massage and I'll have to tack on an additional charge? Because of the risk, it's an extra $100."

"Yes, fine. For $100, though, this isn't going to be some little quick job. You have to give me an orgasm."

"Of course Mrs. Carter. Now if you'd like to remove your underwear, we can get started on the rest of your massage" you say in your most professional voice. If you have to go through with this, you might as well just treat it as part of the job.

Mrs. Carter gets up from the massage chair and pulls down her underwear. Fortunately, her hospital gown spares you from seeing her in all her naked glory. She makes her way over to the massage table and lies down on her back. You don a pair of latex gloves and apply a liberal amount of massage oil to your hands to better slide into this shriveled, old pussy you're about to work on. You lift the hospital gown up and have Mrs. Carter separate her legs revealing a wild bush of grey hair covering her entire pubic region. Pushing your index and middle fingers inside, you are assaulted with a strong, fishy smell as you break the seal of her snatch. Breathing through your mouth, you feel for her G-spot and begin to massage her from the inside. You move your fingers as if calling someone over to you, and begin to massage her clit with your thumb. As you pick up your pace, it seems as though Mrs. Carter is beginning to enjoy herself. She begins to move her hips in rhythm with your hands and small groans of pleasure escape her lips.

"Oooh.........Yes............very good..........aaaaaahhhhhh..............mmmmmmm"

Her groans continue while you work this old lady's snatch. Though not exactly turned on, right now, you do feel a bit of pride seeing her get off on your hand. Several minutes later you watch as she squeezes her eyes shut and bite down on her lip to keep from screaming out. Her pelvis shutters as she cums over your gloved hand. You slide your fingers out of her, leaving her trembling on the table, and make your way to the sink to wash your hands.

"I hope that helped with the new spot you were telling me about today." You think about an extra $100 in your pocket every week and realize that wasn't the worst thing you've ever done in your life. "Perhaps we can reassess that at next week's appointment and decide if more work is needed?"

Mrs. Carter actually smiles at you, eyes still half-closed in orgasmic glory. "Well, I have to say that this is the best I've ever felt after a massage. I think you've really found the right spot and we'll have to spend a lot of time on that for now on. I only wish we had found it sooner."

Mrs. Carter waddles over to her purse, pulls out a $100, and hands it to you. "Well worth it" she whispers in your ear. Pocketing the money, you excuse yourself from the room and let Mrs. Carter get herself changed.