Excellent beauty's personal security guard

A soft little hand rubbed gently on Zhao Jianhui's back. It was soft and had no strength. It was said to be scrubbing for the guests, but it was more direct than teasing. However, this feeling is very enjoyable.

Suddenly, I felt that there were two groups of meat on his back. Zhao Jianhui shook his head and closed his eyes. He didn't turn his head at all, so he asked in a low voice.

"You... You know it's me..." behind her, the woman's voice trembled and said in a low voice. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help smiling bitterly: "can other people come in this place?"

The woman behind him sighed again: "ah, I don't blame you for being a leader. Your brain is smart." Zhao Jianhui slowly turned around and put on a blue round neck vest. Yang Shanshan in blue shorts sat on the wide edge of the pool. The towering mountains, snow-white arms and slender jade legs shook people's eyes.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui turn around, Yang Shanshan's eyes dodged for a moment, and then she bravely lifted them up again. The water in the pool is very clear. The pattern of ceramic tiles at the bottom of the pool can be seen through the spring. Zhao Jianhui lies half naked in the water. From Yang Shanshan's point of view, it is easy to see some parts of him.

Zhao Jianhui did not dodge, but looked at her four eyes. Finally, Yang Shanshan's face turned red and turned away. Zhao Jianhui sneered, climbed up from the pool, surrounded his lower body with a bath towel, and asked in a deep voice, "did Shen Zhongxing let you come?"

Yang Shanshan's shoulder shook suddenly, but she was still not frightened by his severe tone, but Yang Shanshan's face turned a little more red, looked down as if she was thinking for a while, nodded and said, "yes, it's not. He told me to do my best to serve you. But I volunteered to enter your room. " Perhaps because she was too nervous, Yang Shanshan's voice was a little hoarse, but it was more beautiful.

Zhao Jianhui was stunned. He knew that what she said was true. If Shen Zhongxing dared to make trouble for himself, he wouldn't want to do it. Looking at Yang Shanshan silently, Zhao Jianhui turned and went to the outside bed to lie down. Yang Shanshan came out with a red face and stood in front of the bed with her toes on the ground. She didn't know whether she should continue to do what she wanted to do or walk away quietly.

"What's the matter? Since you dare to come in, are you good at massage? Then push some oil and let me see your formal skills. "

"Oh..." Yang Shanshan low promised, took out several bottles of massage oil from the washbasin on the shelf next to the bed, put it on the bedside table, and took out a white towel to cover Zhao Jianhui's waist and abdomen. Zhao Jianhui knows that in general massage parlors, there is such a set of procedures. After all, it is heterosexual massage. As long as it is a normal man, he will inevitably stand up and cover the place in order to avoid being seen by the masseur during the massage process.

However, the girl saw everything clearly just now. Now she has to cover it, but it's just superfluous.

However, looking at her beautiful face carefully, her eyebrows and eyes were still vaguely shy, and she smiled to herself until she didn't say anything.

However, her massage uniform is very attractive. Her gorgeous blue, short sleeved vest is tightly tied, revealing the huge outline of the curve of her chest. Under the blue shorts, a pair of snow-white and round long legs are completely bare. It is matched with the pair of red high-heeled sandals with extremely high radian and uncoordinated thick bottom, It makes Yang Shanshan full of youthful charm.

Zhao Jianhui looked at her a few times, stretched his waist and closed his eyes slowly. Yang Shanshan put massage oil on her hands and began to sit by the bed to massage Zhao Jianhui's arm. She was surprised when she pinched it twice. Zhao Jianhui opened his eyes and asked, "what's the matter? I have thorns?"

For Zhao Jianhui's ambiguous words, Yang Shanshan couldn't help but lower her head and said in a low voice: "no, your body is very good. You really can't see it without touching. How come the muscles on your arms are all hard..."

Just now, Zhao Jianhui's words have to say these ambiguous words. Yang Shanshan's words can be regarded as a naked temptation. Zhao Jianhui coughed, snorted heavily, and then closed his eyes.

Zhao Jianhui comfortably enjoyed the kneading of his smooth and soft hands on his arms. It was obvious that Yang Shanshan seemed to have no practical experience. Her technique was a little rusty, which was worse than that of a good masseur. After all, she had not experienced it for a long time, but happily closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

He didn't know that just when he closed his eyes, Yang Shanshan flashed a proud look on her face. She spit out her tongue and breathed a sigh of relief.

After about half an hour of massage, Yang Shanshan's voice sounded again: "please... Please turn your back,..." as she said, she listened to the sound of shoes falling on the ground. Yang Shanshan had taken off her high heels and went to bed, ready to start back massage.

When Yang Shanshan reached into the towel covering Zhao Jianhui's waist with a pair of soft and slippery hands and grabbed Zhao Jianhui's hip meat, Zhao Jianhui almost cried out comfortably. In particular, the long fingernails in Yang Shanshan's massage moved gently from time to time, which tickled Zhao Jianhui's heart. Just when the itching reached the extreme, her snake like little hands would suddenly grasp it and knead it, followed by the complete relaxation of comfort and permeability.

"Ah, why are you full of muscles? You used to be an athlete? " When Yang Shanshan massaged Zhao Jianhui's waist, she couldn't help but be surprised.

Zhao Jianhui closed his eyes and enjoyed it. He made a few sounds from his nose, which was a response to her curiosity.

Closely following, Yang Shanshan's legs diverged, suddenly sat on Zhao Jianhui, and vigorously massaged Zhao Jianhui's shoulders with her hands. The round, soft and elastic buttocks were completely pressed on Zhao Jianhui's buttocks. With the activities of her hands, the buttocks were also closely rubbed with Zhao Jianhui's buttocks.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help humming and made several comfortable nasal sounds.

At this time, Yang Shanshan's face was more proud. Zhao Jianhui responded several times with a nasal tone. However, to Yang Shanshan's great disappointment, the senior official under her has never put his hand on her body, or simply pulled herself to bed as she imagined

After massaging his back, when Zhao Jianhui turned around, Yang Shanshan couldn't help but slant her face and secretly smiled: "I thought I really didn't have any attraction. It turned out that this man was very restrained." In fact, she knew that Zhao Jianhui was really restrained in other things, but this time Han was really hard.

There's no way. Shen Zhongxing is not his own person. He can't leave any pigtails for others. Besides, for Shen Zhongxing, Zhao Jianhui didn't intend to make great use of it from his heart. Otherwise, how could Hu Linlin simply mention it at the Standing Committee and immediately agree with Zhu Jianguo after he expressed his opposition?

I'm afraid that as soon as the meeting is over, Shen Zhongxing will receive a message: "Secretary Zhao is still very optimistic about you. Mayor Zhu doesn't agree with you to go to a higher level."

Speaking of it, Zhao Jianhui didn't feel disgusted with Yang Shanshan. Just now he had figured it out. It was just that Shen Zhongxing wanted to be the Secretary of the political and Legal Committee and secretly expressed something to his sister-in-law. Yang Shanshan did business all by relying on the ability of Shen Zhongxing's brother-in-law, who can help him to a higher level. She may also agree with it.

From the nervous look in her heart, Zhao Jianhui can feel that Yang Shanshan may still be an unofficial virgin, but she has definitely learned authentic massage, but she has not practiced it, and her techniques are very unfamiliar. The more so, I can see that the girl is still very simple.

The reason why she can boldly enter this room can't blame Yang Shanshan's brazenness, but this helpless social reality. Isn't there a classic saying in officialdom now that men want to be officials, they have to raise money and make progress, and women have to be promoted in the future if they want to make progress. Although this is a little extreme, it also tells some strange phenomena in officialdom. It can't be reversed by the power of that person alone.

Massaging Zhao Jianhui's legs that didn't look strong but full of strength, Yang Shanshan smiled in a low voice and said, "you are my first guest. I learned it when I took a masseur to train in Shanghai, but the objects I practice are those masseuses in the store. I... I've never practiced with men..."

For this very simple hint, Zhao Jianhui can only gently, um, close his eyes and say, "your technique is not bad. It was a little strange at the beginning, and now he is much more skilled."

As he spoke, Yang Shanshan's hand gradually moved up and slowly massaged to the inner side of Zhao Jianhui's sensitive thighs. She was gently scratched and vigorously kneaded by those soft little hands. What's more exciting is that Yang Shanshan separated Zhao Jianhui's legs and knelt between Zhao Jianhui's legs. How ambiguous the posture should be, In particular, Zhao Jianhui's legs are sandwiched on her delicate and smooth legs, a little cold, a little smooth, and with some elastic feeling.

However, Zhao Jianhui really has no idea of further in-depth contact with her, and has no intention of deeply exchanging massage experience.

So, after Yang Shanshan pressed hard for more than a dozen times, while her hands suddenly left and didn't fall again, Zhao Jianhui said, "good, that's it."

"Ah... You... But... I haven't finished massaging you yet." Yang Shanshan said reluctantly.

Zhao Jianhui smiled faintly and said, "Oh, I thought it was over. It's nothing. Just when you've finished massaging, I'll sleep for a while. You're tired. Go out and have a rest first. "

"Oh... Then... Then lie down for a while and I'll go..." Yang Shanshan said, slowly packing up the massage cream and so on, and then turned and left.

Looking at Yang Shanshan's unwilling to go out, Zhao Jianhui took a long breath and slowly loosened his clenched hands. He shook his head tired and lay lazily in bed with a bitter smile. His heart said that I was so patient and did not move my mind. How could I be more tired than someone else's massage?

Fortunately, I resisted the temptation today, which seems to be a big breakthrough.

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