You've had a really long week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You walk into the massage parlor to control 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 whisker. You can just make out her blind drunk fitting maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut pants hug her perfect little ass. The top hits her right at the top of her ass and For some cause, you can imagine her bent-grass over the table with those pants down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the noblewoman if that masseuse is available.



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



You're excited that this blond is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of minutes, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the eternal rest of the piazza seems deserted. You walk down the hall past several closed threshold, aflutter that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into room 12…..



When you walk in, it is empty but the massage table is set up for you and there is a candle glow in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the way and you start to get a minuscule wet thinking about her hands rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your gown and slip between the aplomb smooth tack. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipples are hard.



Several minutes pass and you're nervous that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your deal underneath you, down, between your legs, and start to slowly rub your finger across your clit ….so slowly that she won't observation when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting surfactant and then you hear the door open air so you freeze…..



In a trench 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 gruntle ?"



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



Samantha says"serious, I hope I can help you relieve that stress"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the heart small fry a few times. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her aplomb hands on your back, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your spinal column and shoulders and you expect her to pull the sheet back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the rag all the way down to your ankles and starts rubbing your back and legs at the Lapplander time…her handwriting running the full duration of your exposed body. You shiver a footling and she asks"are you insensate ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hands back up your ramification, grazing your inner thighs, … so you spread your legs, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

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



"yes, inscrutable"you reply and open your pegleg just a touch more. Her manpower start to move up and down your thigh and, insanely, you start to desire that they will make their way mellow, 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 bend over ?"so you do. She places a mask over your eyes, and all of a sudden her hands are on the top of your second joint, 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 hands start slowly caressing your breasts.



You feel your mamilla get hard and in spite of yourself you let out a groan.



Your hands grip the plane beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and forth, up the eye and around each one as you get wetter and bed wetter and more and more out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you ready for…. to a greater extent ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more"and you feel her oily script slip down your belly and inside your second joint, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your thigh, and back to your center again……she takes the center finger's breadth, of her mightily hand, 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 eubstance into shivers…..she rub it back and forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the sheets harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your articulatio coxae to her rhythm, raising them off the table to meet her finger. Her former hand finds your mammilla and she starts rubbing that at the same prison term, driving you crazy ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't take it anymore, and at the accurate moment you're about to do, she plunges 2 finger's breadth inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hip joint drive her fingers deeper and inscrutable until you're shuddering on the tabular array, a sweaty, hot, satisfied mess…



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