One day, a leaflet about the opening of a massage parlor was posted in the mailbox at home. Her husband invited her wife Chisato to visit the store to heal her daily work fatigue. Mr. and Mrs. Shoda lie on separate treatment tables with a screen in between. At first, I thought it was a normal massage parlor, but... Chisato feels a little uneasy about the mysterious fingering of the practitioner who is relentlessly trying to attack the delicate crotch area. However, her husband, who was very satisfied with her first massage, said that he would like to go again next week.
