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"Never mind Ustaz", I replied. He told me to go there. "I'm tired Ustaz. Next time, you can do it", I said trying to avoid it. "Come on, Man. Aris won't be back here today. He has something to do in the village. Besides, Abang closed a little early. He's really tired. Can you accompany Abang, Man. Just have a drink", he said. His voice was pleading. I was silent, holding the handle of my phone. I didn't know how to refuse him anymore. "Man, go home first. Take a shower. Come after Isha", he told me again. I couldn't avoid it anymore. I finally agreed. He was ready to wait for me at the door. "Long time no see Man. I miss you too", he said, hugging me passionately. "What's up Ustaz?", I asked. "Call Abang, Man", he said. He invited me to sit down. He immediately approached me. I tried to change the topic. "Do you have many bookings?", I asked. "There are too. All of them are regulars, Abang. They're used to it", he said. "I promised to massage Man. Now, okay?", he said again. "No problem, Ustaz",
"Wait a minute, Man", he said, pulling my Malay shirt. "Ustaz. It's okay", I begged. I was already entangled. My shirt and pants were off. Only my underwear were left. He placed the mattress in front of the sofa. "Lie down, Man", he said, putting on a VCD. I lay down. His hands massaged my back slowly. "Where's the oil?", I asked. The sound of someone sucking on a penis. "No need for oil", he said. The skin of his thighs was stuck to mine. He looked back. He was also wearing underwear. "What's the matter, Ustaz?", I asked. "It's okay, Man. Lie down. Let me massage Man", he said, pushing my body away. My head was buried in the pillow. "These videos. What's the matter?", I asked. He was silent. "Let Man get a little aroused. I really want Man", he said, bowing his head in shame. "Frankly, you can. Ask me", I said. He fell silent, catching his breath in excitement. "I'm afraid, Man, you'll say something like that", he said. "What about you, Ustaz?", I asked. He nodded. He was silent for a moment. "AbgRashid", I said hugging him. I took him to sit on the sofa. His head bowed as if he was about to fall. "Ustaz are human too. They have instincts. Desires and lusts", I said, feeling his thighs. He smiled spoiledly. "Have you been massaging for a long time?", I asked. "It's been 10 years", he replied. "Do you have time to teach like other Ustas?", I asked. "No. It's been 5 years since I stopped. Besides, there are a lot of outside calls", he said. "You should just keep scratching", I said pinching his solid stomach. His chest. His cheeks. He smiled. "Do you itch?", he asked. "It's itchy too", I said. I hugged his plump body. He was 53 years old but looked like he was in his 40s. His arms were veiny and his body was solid. His flat, hairy stomach. Hard and firm. "You're cute, wearing Crocodile underwear. Old style", I said, squeezing his mature flesh. "Sexy", I praised. "Do you like it?", he asked. "No. I like the inside", I said. I smiled at him. He smiled shyly.
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