i've just gotten out of the shower when my roommate, Georgia Jones, returns from the gym. I ask her how it went, and she replies that she thinks she pulled something in her shoulder. Well, she knows i'm a licensed massage therapist, why not get on my table and let me work on it for her? However, she refuses, saying she'll be okay. Then she reaches down to pick up her phone and sharply expresses pain. Clearly she is in pain, and I tell her again to just let me rub her shoulder! Yet, she denies again. “okay, what's going on?” I express to her, before coming to a realization: “i know what this is,” I tell her. “this is because i'm gay!” she's worried i'm going to hit on her! She brings up the time I did actually hit on her, but I tell her that's not fair, because back then I thought she was gay too, before she let me know that she wasn't. I promise her that will never happen again, and urge her once more to just lie down on my massage table and let me give her a thorough massage on her shoulder! She reluctantly agrees to a massage, but not laid out on my table. She sits down on the couch while I grab my massage oil. What she DOESN'T know is that I actually DO still want her! And this special massage oil that I made myself is infused with a secret formulated scent that will slowly take away her will. the smell mixed with my soothing voice, words, and massage will soon have her absolutely entranced and make her willing to do whatever I say! At first she only allows me to pull down one shoulder strap off her sports bra, so I work with that and begin slowly working the special oil into her left shoulder. I continue encouraging her, however, and as the scent begins to work its magic, I soon have her other shoulder strap down as well. My towel falls off as i'm working on Georgia's shoulders, and she expresses her discomfort, but my soothing rubbing soon has her compliant once more. I bring my body closer to hers, pressing my tits into her back, rubbing her neck, and whispering in her ear: “doesn't that smell so soothing?” her eyes begin to roll up as her head lolls around, and I slide my hands into her bra, rubbing her luscious tits before I slide the bra down completely. Georgia protests, but my seductive massage oil is slowly taking over her consciousness, and soon I am kissing her neck while gliding my hands over her breasts. “you can feel all your reluctance slipping away. . .” I whisper in her ear, and slide one of my hands down the front of her shorts. She leans back into me, having fully succumbed to my suggestions, as I rub her clit. She holds her breath, moaning, gasping in pleasure, before she completely gives in and has a beautiful orgasm in my hands. I turn her towards me and kiss her deeply, then I lean back and tell her, “now it's my turn,” and push her head down into my pussy. . .