The man smiled, his eyes reflecting the dim lighting, and a gentle tone emerged as he drew closer. "That's a good girl. This must be your first time. I will introduce more customers to you," he said, his promise intertwining with a mix of encouragement and anticipation. As he finished speaking, he guided her to kneel gently on the floor, his hands resting on her shoulders with a weight of both authority and compassion. The man sat on the edge of the massage table, his cock level with Janelle's face, a stark contrast to the tranquil environment. His erection, a testament to her touch, now became the center of attention for Janelle. Janelle, in the role of the seductive masseuse Janelle, gazed at the man's cock, a sight both new and intimidating. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The man noticed her hesitancy and responded with a gentle caress of her cheek. "It's okay," he whispered, his hand moving to the back of her head, guiding her slowly forward. His touch was a silent instruction, a merger of comfort and expectation. As her lips touched the head of his cock, a spark of vulnerability ignited within her. With each small movement, the man's intentions became clearer, unspoken yet unmistakable. His cock, firm and filled with promise, parted her lips naturally, the sheer girth opening Janelle's jaw. He pushed her head down gently, the length of his cock sliding into her throat, a gradual yet decisive act. Tears welled up in Janelle's eyes, a silent reflection of the conflicting emotions within her, yet she held her breath, resisting the urge to cough, accepting this moment as the bridge to survival in her world.