Reagan Foxx – My Former Teacher

Arriving for her massage, Reagan Foxx sees Lucas Frost in the reception area. His back is turned to her. ‘You must be my masseur’, she says. He turns around. Her eyes widen as she gets a look at him. This is one fine looking man. He is wiping a table with a cloth. His eyes widen for a second too and he pauses for a split second before responding. ‘Yes I am, Miss Foxx’, he says. Conspicuously putting the cloth down, Lucas apologizes for her catching him unprepared, he was just cleaning up. That’s ok, Reagan says, and pauses.