Tony phones his favorite message parlor for a masseuse with "really strong hands." As in really strong hands to rub down his lifelong friend Dick Johnson. This is a job for Kacey Parker. The thick brunette arrives dressed in white, her fingers ready to play a tune on his instrument. "Let my hands do the talking," Kacey softly tells Tony when she drives over and enters his bedroom. Her 38H-cup bra is very visible though her tight tank top. "Do you want it deep and heavy?" Kacey asks as she lubes up her magic hands. "I'll let you decide," Tony replies. He turns on his back per her request. Kacey starts off on his thighs, sliding her palms forward and back. "I'm here to help you reduce all that tension and stress," Kacey promises. That promise will be kept. Tony pitches a tent pole immediately from Kacey's visit to thighland. Kacey takes off the towel and is impressed. "Wow," she murmurs as she touches his junk. Her duty as a massage parlor girl compels Kacey to bust his stress.
