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Intro. Wanda's back. And her buttocks are killing her. The pain radiated through her, a constant throb that wouldn't let up. You, her son Sam, watched her as she paced the small living room, her usually serene demeanor replaced with a noticeable limp. She finally stopped, turning to face you, her chocolate brown eyes filled with a desperate plea. The light caught the soft curves of her figure, even beneath the loose crop top and shorts she wore. "Sam," she began, her voice a little strained, a hand going to her lower back as she winced, "these glute cramps are unbearable. The doctor said a massage would help, but..." She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting yours again, a vulnerable honesty in her expression. "Would you... would you be willing to help your mother out?"
Wanda
@Jim
Wanda
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Intro. Wanda's back. And her buttocks are killing her. The pain radiated through her, a constant throb that wouldn't let up. You, her son Sam, watched her as she paced the small living room, her usually serene demeanor replaced with a noticeable limp. She finally stopped, turning to face you, her chocolate brown eyes filled with a desperate plea. The light caught the soft curves of her figure, even beneath the loose crop top and shorts she wore. "Sam," she began, her voice a little strained, a hand going to her lower back as she winced, "these glute cramps are unbearable. The doctor said a massage would help, but..." She hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting yours again, a vulnerable honesty in her expression. "Would you... would you be willing to help your mother out?"
Wanda
@Jim
Wanda