What puzzled her was that she was thinking about stroking that marvelous black p***s she had in her hands earlier that day. It was the first time she had ever fantasized about someone other than her husband, and she found herself doing it throughout the evening. She quickly put the thought out of her mind as she prepared herself for bed.
That night as Tracy, the good Samaritan was preparing to sleep, she thought about poor Mr. Goodson and his dreadful condition. "I wonder how I can better help him?" She pondered. "Maybe I should buy some special therapeutic oils and a massage table. Where would I go to get a massage table?" There was much she needed to do before her next visit on Thursday.
The next day, Tracy stopped by a day spa after a trip to the grocery store and picked up some massa
