You've had a really hanker week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You walk into the massage living-room to hold back in….. as you give the lady your public figure, you notice a masseuse behind the curtain, getting fix, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde hair. You can just induce out her mean fitting maroon masseuse turnout and that the low cut pants hug her perfect piddling ass. The top hit her right at the top of her ass and For some reason, you can imagine her bent-grass over the table with those knickers down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the gentlewoman if that masseuse is available.



She says"yes"…."That's Samantha and she is your masseuse. Go get changed and she will run into you in way 12"…..



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of instant, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the rest of the place seems deserted. You walk down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall past various closed doors, unquiet that mortal knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into room 12…..



When you walk in, it is discharge but the massage table is ready for you and there is a candela radiance in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the room and you start to get a little wet thinking about her hands rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your robe and pillowcase between the cool politic sheets. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your teat are hard.



Several arcminute pass and you're spooky that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your legs, and pop out to slowly rub your finger across your clitoris ….so slowly that she won't bill when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the door open so you freeze…..



In a deep soothing voice, The masseuse says"I'm Samantha, are you comfortable ?"



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



She says,"lets get started….. do you like it deep or gentle ?"



"trench"you say."Very hard, I'm so distressed out."You slowly make a motion your deal so she won't see that you were touching yourself.



Samantha says"adept, I hope I can assist you relieve that tension"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the flat solid and you hear the pump squirt a few sentence. She pulls the tack down to your ass and places her chill hands on your back, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your spine and berm and you expect her to pull the sheet back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your ankle and starts rubbing your cover and legs at the Lapp time…her hands running the full length of your exposed consistency. You shiver a trivial and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hired hand back up your legs, grazing your inner thigh, … so you spread your legs, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

"Is this pressure ok ?"she asks,"do you want me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, cryptic"you reply and spread out your legs just a touch more. Her hands start to move up and down your thighs and, insanely, you start to hope that they will do their way higher, and touch you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically ready to issue forth and she asks,"do you want to turn over ?"so you do. She places a masquerade party over your heart, and all of a sudden her hands are on the top of your thighs, your stomach, your neck…..and she says"have you ever had your breasts massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would like that, …a lot"and her custody start slowly caressing your breasts.



You feel your nipple get heavily and in spite of yourself you let out a moan.



Your hands grip the canvass beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and Forth River, up the middle and around each one as you get wetter and wetter and Sir Thomas More and more out of breath….. she leans down and rustle,"are you ready for…. more ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more"and you feel her oily hand slip down your belly and inside your thigh, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your thigh, and back to your center again……she takes the middle finger, of her right hired man, as you spread your knees open, and she slips it inside of you….ever so slowly, in and out.…..then she pulls it out and starts rubbing your clit, sending your body into shivers…..she rubs it back and Forth River, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the piece of paper harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hips to her musical rhythm, raising them off the board to meet her finger's breadth. Her other bridge player finds your nipple and she starts rubbing that at the like prison term, driving you dotty ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't require it anymore, and at the demand minute you're about to come, she plunges 2 fingers inside you…… bringing you to climax as your pelvic arch drive her digit deeper and profoundly until you're shuddering on the table, a sweaty, hot, live up to mess…



She removes her fingers….covers you with the towel….and leaves. You decide you'll be back to way 12, real soon !