That's up to you.

“Yes, very.” You reply catching your breath.

Lying on the table, you try to regain your composure, and marvel over what just happened, and the beautiful woman that made it possible. ‘This sort of thing must be run-of–the-mill for her,’ you think. But you can’t help but wonder if she only 'finished you off' because she likes you. Rolling over on your side you look into Ashley’s eyes. Is she really interested in you? Or just working a customer?

The brunette grabs another towel, and wipes her hands free of the residue from the oil, and your seed. She looks at you with a smolderingly sensual expression on her face.

“Does the rest of your body match up to your talented hands?” You inquire. You brace yourself for the cold shoulder, or a slap in your face.

“I’m a very, very talented girl,” she says dropping the towel and walking back to the table. Stopping at the table’s edge, she reaches out and begins to play with your hair. Turning your head, your face is inches from her smooth, flat stomach. Her naval piercing glints in the dull lights of the room. You think you can see a sexy tan line in the small area where the t-shirt ends, and the low riding jeans begin.

“You’re cute, I like you.” She smiles, flashing a set of pearly whites. Your cock stirs ever so slightly in response.

“Maybe we could get together after work? Unless you wanna pay for another session, I got to keep the boss happy. I will make it worth your while though, I promise.” Bringing her hands to her ample chest, Ashley tweaks her nipples. They push against the thin fabric of her red t-shirt in response.