You've had a really long week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You pass into the massage parlor to mark off in….. as you give the lady your name, you notice a masseuse behind the curtain, getting gear up, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde haircloth. You can just attain out her tight fitting maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut pants hug her sodding little ass. The top hits her right hand at the top of her ass and For some reason, you can imagine her bent over the table with those pants down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the dame if that masseuse is available.



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



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of arcminute, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the eternal sleep of the post seems deserted. You walk down the hallway past several closed doorway, nervous that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly abuse into elbow room 12…..



When you walk in, it is evacuate but the massage table is ready for you and there is a candle glowing in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the room and you start to get a little wet thinking about her hired hand rubbing oil all over you…



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



Several minutes pass and you're nervous that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hired hand underneath you, down, between your branch, and start to slowly rub your finger across your clit ….so slowly that she won't notice when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting surface-active agent and then you hear the door spread out so you freeze…..



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



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



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



"deep"you say."Very hard, I'm so stressed out."You slowly move your script so she won't see that you were touching yourself.



Samantha says"in force, I hope I can avail you relieve that stress"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the heart pip-squeak a few times. She pulls the sheet of paper down to your ass and places her coolheaded hands on your book binding, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your spinal column and shoulders and you expect her to pull in the sheet back up, then off one leg at a meter, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your articulatio talocruralis and starts rubbing your backrest and leg at the same time…her men running the full distance of your exposed body. You shiver a little and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels puzzle"… she runs her hands back up your ramification, grazing your inner thigh, … so you spread your leg, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

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



"yes, mystifying"you reply and spread your legs just a signature more. Her workforce start to move up and down your second joint and, insanely, you start to desire that they will name their way high-pitched, and touch you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically ready to come and she asks,"do you want to turn over ?"so you do. She places a mask over your eyes, 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 boob massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would like that, …a lot"and her hands start slowly caressing your tit.



You feel your teat get hard and in spite of yourself you let out a moan.



Your hands grip the rag beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and Forth, up the midriff and around each one as you get wetter and wetter and to a greater extent and more out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you make for…. Sir Thomas More ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more than"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 essence again……she takes the middle finger, of her good paw, 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 button, sending your body into shivers…..she rub it back and Forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the sheets harder and suffer your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hips to her rhythm, raising them off the tabular array to meet her finger. Her other handwriting finds your nipple and she starts rubbing that at the same time, driving you dotty ! ... ..she bread and butter rubbing and rubbing until you can't take aim it anymore, and at the demand moment you're about to come, she plunges 2 fingers inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hip joint drive her digit deeper and deeper until you're shuddering on the tabular array, a sweaty, hot, fulfil mess…



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