I [M] am a Massage Therapist who Gives Sensual Massages, and I Expanded to My Second Client [F], PT 8

Hey everyone, thank you for your patience! A lot of you messaged me asking when this would come out, so hopefully you enjoy. My tips and recommendations doc is almost done too, I’ve just had a super stressful few weeks with some unexpected life stuff, so I focused on writing this instead. I’ll be posting it to my profile in the next week hopefully though.

As the title suggests, we’re going to be pivoting our story for the time being to the second woman who I expanded my “services” to. As I mentioned in previous parts, Sarah had told me that she confided in a friend, Emma, about what had been occurring between us. Emma was apparently very interested and had been looking for a similar experience for a while, and asked if she could make an appointment. After mulling it over, I decided to let her pass on my contact info.
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The day after my [last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yjvfb5/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_when_my/) with Sarah, she texted me to let me know that she passed on my details and told Emma how to make an appointment. Within the hour, I received a notification in my scheduling app for a new appointment. Emma, Friday at 4:00 PM (My last slot of the day), 90 minutes.

It felt a little surreal. Everything with Sarah had progressed so slowly and naturally. There seemed to be a unique connection between the two of us, the tension rising and rising until it burst. I wasn’t sure how it would be with this new person – what if that connection wasn’t there, what if Emma wasn’t as open or straightforward as Sarah, what if, what if, what if…

Safe to say, I was overthinking a lot that week. I would be working and notice my mind drift off to the upcoming appointment. I spent a lot of time rethinking everything that happened with Sarah, leading to some guilt, some increased horniness, but also a bit of worry. I was worried mostly that this could snowball quickly into something out of my control. Sure, I trusted Sarah, but realistically I only knew a little bit about her and had only seen her a handful of times, not to mention the risk I was taking on.

In the midst of all this worrying and overthinking, I did decide to stick to my initial groundrules – Emma has to be the first one to ask or request any sexual touch, I wouldn’t do anything sexual with Emma until we were past 3 regular massages, and I wouldn’t receive any direct stimulation during a massage at the studio. I also decided that it would be safest to not engage in anything sexually at the studio – I would be okay with building that sexual teasing energy during our first three appointments, but anything beyond that would have to occur as a private appointment.

Eventually it was Friday, and I woke up and went about my morning with a nervous tinge. I had an appointment in the morning, and then a last minute cancellation around noon, leaving me plenty of time to overthink and worry. I went for a long walk, ate some lunch, tried to meditate, but mostly was just waiting anxiously. Finally though a few minutes before four the doorbell rang, and after taking one last deep breath, I opened the door to let Emma in.

Sarah had shown me a few photos of Emma on her phone, but seeing her in person made my heart skip a beat. She was absolutely adorable – probably just over 5’, dirty brunette hair, sharp green/gray eyes, several ear piercings and a septum ring, and wearing loose boho yoga pants and a small black tank top. Her arms were both adorned in black and white tattoos, mostly botanical/earthy themed ones, but you could tell that she was very strong and toned beneath them.

Don’t get me wrong, I massage and love women and men of all shapes and sizes. I don’t want to come off as some vane, lustful person, but Emma was absolutely beautiful.

Anyways, I welcomed her in with a handshake and introduced myself, got her some water, and walked her the short distance to the massage room. We did the usual “how’s your day” going small talk, and the entire time she had an interesting/sly grin on her face. She told me about the yoga class she taught that morning, and was very cheerful in the way she spoke, giving off a very bubbly/enthusiastic vibe.

My brain went a little on autopilot, and just as I was about to launch into my typical massage therapist introduction questions, the full weight of everything she knew hit me. Surprisingly though it felt okay, the chatter in my mind quieted, and I decided to be very honest with her.

I said rather bluntly “Okay, so I’m going to be completely honest here, since you’re not the typical client. I know that Sarah has told you about what is happening between us and the service I’m providing for her. She’s the first person I’ve done this for in a professional-ish setting like this, so it is still new to me. I do have some ground rules and things we’ll need to talk about, but first I’d like to hear from you exactly what Sarah has told you, what you’re looking for and hoping to get out of this, anything like that.”

She responded immediately, almost as if she had been anticipating the question. Sparing almost no detail, she recounted pretty much the entire saga of myself and Sarah. I knew Sarah had told her what was happening, but oh boy did she know the details. She even enthusiastically told me all about the “date” Sarah and I had gone on in which Sarah had gone down on me. Hearing her tell me all about the blowjob that Sarah had given me turned me on a little – whatever that says about me.

I made a comment about how much they share with each other, to which she just laughed and said “yeah, we tell each other pretty much everything”.

Knowing that she was aware of literally everything made me feel a little better. There was no need to be subtle or to tease or try and pry out information bit by bit. I asked her “Okay, so you know pretty much everything. Can you tell me what your experience with massage is? Also what are you envisioning or hoping for out of your sessions with me?”

Again, she answered without a second thought, telling me that she had been to a few different massage therapists in the past when she would feel tight or sore, but never went regularly. One of her past girlfriends and her used to swap giving massages to each other, but in her own words “those wouldn’t last very long, since we’d usually start fucking”.

Answering the second part of my question, she said “I’ve always been really interested in learning or experiencing Tantra, and it’s been a big fantasy of mine. My ex and I tried to learn on each other, but again we usually would just start having sex pretty quick. What Sarah described sounds exactly like what I’ve been fantasizing and reading about … so I guess I just want the full experience … whatever you think that may be.”

I told her about my boundaries, specifically wanting to have three normal-ish sessions before we jump into anything too sexual. I did of course acknowledge that we could make the massages very sensual and focus on sexual energy work as well to build up, but any sort of – for lack of a better term … genital contact – would have to wait, and not occur at the studio.

I phrased it as sort of a trial period – we would start with regularish massages so I could get a feel for her body and we could connect physically. We could build up sexual tension with some teasing, and then she could decide whether she is feeling it and wants to take the next step.

She readily and enthusiastically agreed to this plan. I asked her if she had any questions or limits, to which she shook her head no and said “anything you’ve done to Sarah you can do to me … yeah, no limits really that I can think of but I’ll tell you if I do”.

Lastly, I said, “I know you want this to be a more sensual massage, but we’ll also do a full body massage. Any sore spots or problem areas that you want me to be aware of or work on?”

She paused for a moment, then said “Not really. My feet are pretty much always sore, and I guess my shoulders and arms are more tense than usual, but that’s probably just from yesterday’s classes.”

With that, I told her we’d start with her face down and gave her the room to get ready. A few minutes later I gently knocked and heard her say “all set”. Walking in, my heart once again skipped a beat as I saw her fully nude, laying on top of the sheets of the massage table.

At the time, it was still such a shock to see a client nude. Sure, you get the occasional glimpse here or there while regularly massaging, but the shock of seeing a beautiful woman laying fully nude on the table was, and I guess still is, new.

As I walked into the room, I could see a few more tattoos on her back, all a similar style to the rest. While I was turning on some light music and dimming the lights, she asked “Do most people talk during the massage or is it a silent thing?”

I responded, telling her “Up to you. I’m always happy to chat, but typically most clients get pretty quiet once we start going. We’re gonna start with some breathing exercises but after that feel free to talk or ask questions or give feedback.”

As a quick aside, I’m sure you all are probably pretty familiar with my massage flow by now. I don’t know how many more times I can uniquely describe the way I give massages, so I’ll write a little more condensed and just detail the start and the unique moments.
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We started with my normal breathing exercises, meant to ground and center – Emma face down, my hands resting lightly on the tops of her shoulders. I guided her through square breathing – 3 seconds in, 3 seconds hold, 3 seconds out, 3 seconds hold, repeat with 4 seconds, then 5, then back to 4, then 3 again. With each exhale I applied a little more pressure through my hands, and with each inhale I let up the pressure but gently massaged her shoulders with a wide palm.

We then transitioned into a visualization exercise, meant to get her more in tune with the sensations of my touch. While guiding her through in and out deep breathing, I rubbed some oil onto my hands and fingertips. At the bottom of an exhale, I dropped my fingers gently on the tops of her shoulders. As she inhaled, I followed the path of her spine downwards, rolling over her shoulder blades and the toned muscles of her mid back. On her next exhale, my fingers dragged back upwards while I gave her verbal cues to focus her awareness on my fingertips, to notice the sensation of my hands on her back, and to visualize any stress or tension transferring into my hands.

I continued with the sensory visualization for a few minutes, working through her back, then tracing over her small (and very cute) glutes/butt, down the backs of her thighs, over her calves, and down to her feet. She squirmed and giggled lightly as my fingers feathered across the soles of her feet, but she quickly recentered herself as I worked my way back up.

As we transitioned out of the breathing/centering exercises and into the massage, I continued to realize that despite her petite frame, this girl was strong and fit. Her muscles were firm and tight, but in a controlled and toned way as opposed to the typical tense and achy feeling my clients come in with.

As I massaged my way through her shoulders and back, I could feel her body relaxing into the table, and she started sighing ever so slightly. Working deeper on the few knots I could find in her shoulders, she made a couple comments about how good it was feeling. We started chatting as I finished up the backs of her shoulders, and the conversation between us started to flow very naturally.

As I made my way through her mid back and down towards her glutes, she told me all about herself, why she started teaching yoga, why she moved out here, etc. I’m typically a pretty quiet person, but I love talking to someone who likes to share and lead a conversation. In between sentences she would occasionally let out a “oh wow”, or a soft “mmmm” as I worked through her muscles.

She really enjoyed the glute and back of the legs portion of the massage. At one point while my hands were traveling up her thigh, she sighed and spread her legs wide for me, giving me an unobstructed view of her. As I worked the backs of her thighs up towards her glutes she got quiet, and based on her breathing and the heat coming off her body I could tell she was starting to get aroused. I didn’t spend too long there, and soon made my way down to her feet.

I checked in with her, saying “We’ll do feet and then have you flip over. Okay if I stretch out your legs a little? Everything good so far?”

She responded in her cheery voice, although this time a little lower and more drawn out, saying “Yes please. This feels so good.”

While doing my typical leg stretching routine to start mobilizing the hips, I again noticed just how flexible and open she already was. There was very little resistance in her hip, and I was able to get a pretty deep stretch out of her without much effort, again eliciting a few moans from her.

After doing her other leg and starting to massage her ankles and feet, I commented on her flexibility, saying “I’m not complaining, just tell me if you ever need more of a stretch or if I take something too deep. I’m not as used to working on someone this flexible.”

She started to respond, but her words quickly turned into a moan as my fingers dug into the soles of her feet, finding some pronounced tension between the sole of her heel and her midfoot. I mixed in some foot stretching strokes using my thumbs with some deeper pressure. Softly, Emma said “Fuck that feels good. Is that supposed to make my stomach tingle?”

While there’s no science to back it up, if you believe in reflexology, that area of the foot is typically associated with the abdominal organs. There are plenty of nerve endings in the feet, but all the health benefits associated with them are most likely just placebos or results of lowered stress, in my opinion. That doesn’t change the fact that it feels good and can conjure up some pretty interesting and fun sensations.

Anyways, I told her something similar to the above, which led to her asking a few more questions about my thoughts on massage. While finishing up her feet, I gave her my little spiel about my “philosophy” on bodywork and energy/stress that I’ve talked about in my previous parts. She was agreeing, saying she felt similarly about some aspects of yoga.

After finishing the backside of her body, I told her it was time to flip over, asking if she wanted to be covered at all. She wordlessly flipped over revealing herself to me, a slight grin on her glowing face. Wiggling her toes a little, she said “just my feet.”

Her skin was flush and almost glistening, her small breasts laying flat on her chest, framed below by some more tasteful tattoos along her ribs. She had a full but trimmed patch of hair on her mound, and as she rolled over I could see she had quite a bit of lightly colored armpit hair.

I’m probably an outlier, maybe I’m just a dirty hippy on the west coast, and maybe just because I’m also a naturally hairy person, but body hair on a woman is a big turn on for me. Something about the carefree alternative aspect of it just clicks for me, but I didn’t say anything about it at the time to her.

I stayed at her feet, massaging up along her legs. She again spread her legs quite wide for my hands. I rotated her legs outwards ever so slightly, exposing more of her toned inner thigh. Our conversation died off quickly again as my hands crept higher and higher, and I could see her chest rising and falling, a slight smile on her face, and her eyes gently closed.

Her skin was warm to the touch, and I really took my time massaging her hips, lower abdomen, and inner thighs. She was absolutely loving this, telling me as much, moaning, occasionally opening her eyes to look at mine, and eventually starting to grind her hips up towards my hand. It was somewhat difficult to not want to jump right into a more sexual massage, but i stayed true to my initial rules and avoided any direct sexual stimulation.

Emma’s sexual energy was definitely building though – after maybe 20 minutes of working her lower half I could see a slight shine on her gently swollen lips. My thumbs occasionally drifted through her pubic hair as I massaged her hips down into the table or squeezed the sides of her glutes inwards. She has a very narrow waist, and my thumbs could almost touch when my hands gripped either side of her hips.

She let out a sharper breathy moan when my thumbs drifted just a few millimeters from the sides of her upper lips, causing her to lift her head off the table and look down at my hands longingly. I decided to back off a little on the teasing, and asked in a slightly sarcastic tone, “feeling good yet?”

She dropped her head back to the table and moaned a quiet, almost frustrated “ughhh yes.”

To bring her energy back down a little and refocus, I talked her through another sensory visualization, tracing my fingers up gently over her legs, along her stomach, over the sides of her breasts, down her arms, then back up to her scalp. Her cheeks were very flush by this point, and she looked so cute, the red on her skin contrasting with the greenish color of her eyes.

Staying at the top of her head, I started working my way downward, massaging the tops of her shoulders, and extending down each arm. She really enjoyed the arm massage, and I threw in some shoulder rotations and mobilizing stretches. She probably didn’t need them given her flexibility, but it was still nice to get a sense of her body. I massaged each of her hands, spreading her fingers, digging into her palms, gently massaging her wrists and forearms.

I then positioned her arm so it was bent at a 90 degree angle, her palm facing up and resting by her head. Using that outward rotation of the shoulder, I was able to get a good stretch and massage into the tops of her pectoral muscles. She was now mostly quiet, her eyes closed, sighing occasionally, seemingly totally relaxed. My fingers occasionally and delicately drifted through the hair under her arms as I massaged her biceps and pecs, each time causing her to smile slightly.

Slowly after repeating on both arms, my fingers started drifting closer and closer to her breasts with each pass. My long strokes turned more into circular motions, making figure eights around her breasts, working the fascia of her chest. Like the rest of her body, she was very toned and firm along her upper chest.

The firmness juxtaposed with the softness of her small breasts was a fun contrast to feel and massage, and after a few minutes I could feel her energy building again. Her breathing started to ramp up, she was occasionally licking her lips or moaning when my fingers would brush across her areola or my hand would squeeze her breasts slightly.

We were getting close to the ninety minutes since I had started massaging her, and I wanted to ramp up her sexual energy one last time to leave her on a high note. I guided her breathing, and while doing so started focusing more on teasing her nipples. Everytime my fingers would get close to applying pressure, she would hold her breath, and I wouldn’t continue until she refocused.

I also had her adjust into a yoga pose (Supta Baddha Konasana) with the soles of her feet touching and her knees bent, making a diamond shape with her legs. After several rounds of breathing and teasing her breasts, I finally gave in and applied just the faintest squeeze to her now very hard nipples, causing her to let out her loudest moan yet.

I immediately moved my hands down over her abdomen, massaging along the way. I reapplied some oil to my hands and started making long strokes along her inner thighs, starting at her knees and working up. As my hands got closer and closer to her lips, I was making short strokes, almost painting along the outline of her labia. Her lips would open slightly with each stroke, giving me a glimpse at just how wet and turned on she was.

She was almost panting at this point, and was trying to grind her hips up into my hand. After a few minutes of teasing her though, I refrained from going any further, drifted my hands back up her chest to her head, and finished the massage with some quick neck work.

As we finished the massage she was telling me how good everything felt and how turned on she was, I think hinting that she wanted more. As much as I wanted to go further and could feel the tension between us, I figured that was a good stopping point for the first session.

I told her she could rest on the table as long as she needed though, and said something along the lines of “take your time, I’ll give you some privacy”. She gave me a shy grin, started to say something, then stopped. I could see her thinking about something as I stood up, and as I started to put a few things away her hands drifted up and down the sides of her body. She had her eyes locked on mine and we exchanged a few glances and smiles, but I soon exited the room.

While waiting for her outside, I could hear a few soft moans, and after a minute or two one louder moan followed by silence. Within another minute she was walking out fully dressed again, her face completely red. I asked “feeling better?” and she nodded her head and laughed, saying “yeah, a lot better.”

She gave me a hug and said thanks, and insisted on tipping me. She scheduled two more sessions each a week out at the same time.

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The next two sessions followed very similar patterns. Since this is already crazy long, I’ll just give a few highlights and noteable moments.

During the second massage, she told me alot more about herself, specifically the full rundown of her sexuality and thoughts on sex. She also told me how she had been getting herself off all week fantasizing about the first massage, which was quite the compliment.

I started the second massage on her neck and the base of her skull, as she said she had slept weird and had a knot in her neck. If you remember from my previous posts, I typically massage the neck from below, with her laying on her back, her head off the table, and the full weight of her head in my hands.

You may also remember I have a thing for collarbones (I guess I have a lot of “things”), and while massaging her neck I would occasionally drift my thumbs over her collarbones. Each time she would shiver, and she quickly told me that was a major sexual zone for her. Hearing that turned me on quite a bit, and I started fantasizing a little.

Since we started with Emma on her back, I did my flow in a reverse order, spending a lot of time at the start teasing and edging her breasts and yoni, building up a lot of sexual tension right from the start. Overall the energy of the second massage was much more sensual, and I only spent a little time massaging her back and shoulders in the middle of the massage.

I gave her a pretty extensive foot massage again towards the end, and spent the last 20 or so minutes repeating the same inner thigh and teasing work I did in the first. She was much more vocal during this portion, and was moaning and almost begging/whimpering towards the end. I gave in a little and started applying the tiniest bit of pressure with each stroke to her clit from the outside of her lips, causing her legs to shiver each time.

By the end of the massage I was incredibly turned on, and she once again seemed a little frustrated, but more in a playful teasing way than anything. Again, while waiting for her to come out of the room at the end of the massage I could hear her moaning, this time louder and more obviously getting off. She departed the second massage by hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.
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During the third massage she had no direct requests, so I worked through my usual massage flow, mirroring much of the first. Having a much better understanding of her body though, I was able to really get to her. I had figured out where on her feet to massage to elicit the strongest response, how to touch her collarbones and neck line, how to tease her breasts, how she liked her neck to be squeezed from the back and even had found a few spots on her forearms and hands that she seemed to really enjoy.

The sexual tension was also on another level during the third session, so much so that I was having to spend more time refocusing myself than before. I walked her through quite a few guided breathings and visualizations, partly for myself as well. I didn’t do much direct teasing for the first half of the massage, rather condensing my full body flow into the first half.

I spent the entire second half only focusing on building her sexual energy and teasing. She was visibly turned on, her skin flush with red patches, her lips full and glistening with wetness, her small breasts swollen and her nipples hard. I started the teasing by giving her an indirect yoni massage, never penetrating her, but occasionally brushing a finger over her clit or along the inside of her lips.

When she started moaning in a certain higher pitched breathy way I would back off, massaging down her thighs to her knees, then back up and restarting. After several rounds of this it felt like she started to really let go of any last boundaries and was fully giving into my touch.

Right before moving up to her breasts I made several small circles with my thumb around her clit, applying just enough pressure to feel some resistance. She moaned loudly and quickly said “Fuck … yes … please …”, then let out a loud frustrated sigh as I pulled away, her wetness trailing off the top of my finger.

As I pulled my stool up to the top of her head and sat, she said “Fuck I think I would have cum if you went for a second longer.”

I adjusted her and the table so that her head was hanging off and supported in my lap, my forearms resting on the tops of her shoulders, my hands gently massaging her breasts. She pressed her head down into my hardness and gave me a grin, saying “glad I’m not the only one enjoying this.”

As I alternated between massaging her breasts and lightly drifting my fingers up her abdomen and over her chest, I asked her to describe how she was feeling. I told her to really focus on the sensations she was feeling, and try to describe where the energy in her body was.

She sat silent for a few moments, sighing into my touch. Soon though she started to speak, telling me in detail about the sensations she was feeling. She was telling me about how she was so turned on, how it felt like there was a straight connection between her breasts and her clit, how she would feel waves of energy rolling from wherever my hands were up her spine.

As my hands focused more and more on her breasts, getting closer to her nipples, I could see her hips rocking up and down. Whenever my fingers brushed against the side of her nipples, she said “fuck that’s making me throb”. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, watching me as I focused on her body.

At one point when my eyes made contact with hers, she just shook her head a little and said “fuck”, then rolled her eyes back and shut them tightly.

Seeing just how turned on she was, I decided to push a little further and started directly massaging her nipples. Finally giving her the pressure and sensation she wanted, she cried out, and I could see her body tense and her hands firmly grip the sheets of the table. She repeated “please … oh my god fuck” a few times.

One of my exes was able to orgasm a few times from just nipple stimulation, and I quickly picked up on a lot of the same reactions from Emma. As I increased the pressure of my fingers on her nipples, alternating between making small circles with my oily fingers, sliding them between my fingers, and flicking across the top, she looked at me once again, bit her lower lip and just nodded her head.

After a couple minutes, I moved one hand up to her collarbone, and using my index finger traced back and forth along it. She loved this, and I could see her hips grinding into the air, her back arching off the table slightly. She said “fuck I’m getting really close”, keeping her eyes locked onto mine.

That feeling of losing control to the sexual tension was starting to take hold on both of us – where time starts to not feel real, everything gets intense and you feel that headrush with one goal in mind. Noticing this, I ramped down just a little, moving my other hand away from her breast. She whimpered a little, but quickly sighed and dropped the tension in her body as both my hands stroked along her collarbones.

She rested her head deeper into my lap, pressing my stiffness into my thigh. I guided her breath with mine, my fingers tracing from her shoulders up her neck to the backs of her ears with each inhale and back down on the way out.

Once she (and I) settled back down just a little, I returned to massaging her breasts. Our time was basically out, but I asked her if she wanted me to continue anyway. She nodded enthusiastically, and after a couple minutes of ramping back up I was once again squeezing and massaging her nipples. She turned her head and started kissing my forearm, which only increased the tension I was feeling.

Her moans started getting really loud after a couple more minutes, and her left hand shot up and grabbed my forearm right on the other side of where her mouth was pressing into it. Her hips were gyrating like crazy, and she opened her eyes and looked at me again, her green eyes piercing through me.

It took a lot of self restraint to not break any of my rules, but I’m sure she could feel my cock throbbing beneath her head. She started panting, and breathily saying how close she was getting. After another minute of her intense breathing, she pulled her head away from my arm and looked at me, saying “can I use my hand … I’m so close.”

Looking back, I don’t know why I didn’t just get her off since it was the end of our third massage anyway. Within maybe 10 seconds of her hand reaching her clit and me continuing to massage her breasts though she started orgasming. Her back arched off the table, she bit down rather hard and a little painfully onto my forearm (not complaining though), and her body convulsed for a good minute or so.

Finally her body relaxed, and I was able to get her head supported by the table again. I stood and stroked my fingers along her body as she calmed back down for a few minutes, and eventually she asked me if it would be alright to be held. I of course obliged, and she stood, her legs shaking and a little weak, but quickly we found a seat on the larger cushioned chair in the room. She sat in my lap sideways and rested her head on my shoulder, and I stroked her back gently with my fingers. We sat like this for a surprisingly long time, maybe 10 or so minutes, before she finally said that she felt normal again and was “ready”.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead which she seemed to really enjoy, then helped her get dressed again before slowly walking her out to her car.

We exchanged numbers, and she told me she would text me for the fourth session at my apartment. Later that night as she promised, my phone dinged with a notification from her, not only telling me when she wanted to come for her session, but also inviting me to take one of her yoga classes.
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Okay, that’s it for now. Thank you all for your patience – I know this was crazy long but I hope it was worth the read! The next part will probably be about Emma’s fourth session.

Would love your feedback and questions on this part – I wasn’t sure how much detail was going to be repetitive or boring, and I left out a lot of thoughts about the differences between Sarah and Emma. I also tried to keep my “philosophizing” to a minimum, although I don’t know how well I did.

Thanks – Oliver

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