What's next? (Choose your own adventure...)

Ask the people and the people have voted! Considering the only votes given were all yes answers, this will be the first post for this piece's "choose your own adventure" style of story.

The way this will work from here will be that the paragraph moving forward will be included in text here, along with some sort of cliffhanger, after reading people can pop the next action in, after enough comments (and likes on those comments) have accumulated to weigh out a few entrants to a poll (hopefully only a day or two) -- I'll write a new post with another paragraph or two. Thank you all for your votes and consideration! A paste of the previous paragraph can be found below, after reading, happy path choosing~!

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Your senses were so overwhelmed that you just had to fulfill the rest, approaching him from behind, your tongue practically hanging out, your hands reaching without you feeling as though you even made the conscious decision to do so, Isaac's gorgeous form so delightfully mind-bogglingly beautiful that you just had to delight in it... Just as you were about to take a hold of that huge bouncy ass your mind overcame your lust, your body almost in pain as your needier side yelled out at your better judgement, your trembling hands slowly coming to rest on the table as your face practically glowed bright red. You looked over to him, his face laid in the headrest, the ferret clearly already well comforted... at least cozy enough to let all this hang out before you... You huffed, the air potently thick with the sweltering sweaty scent of his big beefy blown out shitter and his fat nuts, his sweaty ass not helping any; so shiny and slick it was that you could practically see your reflection in those big plush silk-soft globes... The air was dense and visibly steamy, hot air rising off the ferret's glorious wobble wagon, his haunches jiggling as he laid there beneath you, awaiting the true start of the appointment, one of your spa's well known and deeply rejuvenating massages... Of course, you didn't feel relaxed at all, your heart racing as you fought yourself from shoving your tongue up that sweaty turdpipe, or worse, punching your whole hand in just to see if it was as loose as its battered soft wrinkly form implied... Biting your lip you held back, ducking dangerously close to his huge ass, almost leaning in to lick the surface of his heaving cheek, managing to shake your mind clear as you drew up a bottle of lavender scented massage oil, pouring some of it onto your hands and rubbing them in.

You huffed further, blushing all the more as you knew what you were about to have to do... that you were about to need to hold back as hard as you possibly could while massaging the most deliciously knock-dead gorgeous person you'd met in your life... rubbing each and every kink, every muscle, and every delicious plush soft inch of that glorious larder... This was going to be a lot harder than any of your usual clients... even harder than some of the more attractive ones in memory...

You gulp as you reach out and...