Masseuse Demi Sutra is at the front desk reviewing her daily clientele. She scowls and narrows her eyes as she works on the computer. Charles Dera is my first customer of the day, right? That isn't possible. 'Excuse me, I have an appointment with a... Miss Demi?' a man then adds, clearing his voice. She knows the man as Charles Dera, her stepfather, and her eyes widen. She gets up to greet him, flashing a phony smile. "Oh! " Greetings, Mr. Dera. That would be me, indeed. Come on over here, please. Demi attacks him as soon as they are by themselves, yelling, "What are you DOING here, DAD?!? " She fears that he may have been recognized by someone. Demi becomes even more nervous when Charles claims he's merely here for a massage—after all, he DOES know what kind of massage she provides, right? Demi is told by Charles, who moves in close to cup her cheek, that their sexual tension won't go away. They have a limited amount of time to flirt and steal looks at home before Demi's mother, his wife, notices them. He decided to schedule a massage in order to finally get it off their system. Demi leans into his hand despite her nerves, drawn to Charles's unadulterated charm. She smiles and caves in when he asks whether she wants him as much as he wants her. She will treat him the same as any other client, just this once—with a slight twist! Demi doesn't take long to start smearing Nuru gel all over their nude bodies and slinking sensually next her stepfather. Taking a deep seat in her hot pussy, she rides Charles' cock since she can no longer resist desire. Will this brief encounter be the start of something fresh or will it ultimately take the edge off?
