While running, ria twisted her left ankle and called in a massage therapist, okada. Ria had a good impression of the diligent and kind okada, and unknowingly succumbed to the pleasure of his borderline massage. As the massage on her hip joint became increasingly stimulating, she tried to resist but couldn't help crossing the line with him behind her husband's back. Her reason wavered, and her burning lust knew no bounds. She came over and over again, knowing it was wrong.