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 sitting room to turn back in….. as you give the noblewoman your gens, you notice a masseuse behind the curtain, getting fix, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde haircloth. You can just establish out her tight fitting maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut trouser hug her perfect tense niggling ass. The top hits her right at the top of her ass and For some rationality, you can conceive of her knack over the board with those pant down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the lady if that masseuse is available.



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



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of min, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing elbow room, you notice that the rest of the place seems deserted. You walk down the hall past respective closed doors, nervous that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into elbow room 12…..



When you walk in, it is vacate but the massage table is set 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 petty wet thinking about her mitt rubbing oil all over you…



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



Several moment pass and you're nervous that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your leg, and protrude to slowly rub your finger's breadth across your clit ….so slowly that she won't card when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the door loose so you freeze…..



In a rich 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 ?"



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



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



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the pump squirt a few time. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her poise manpower on your back, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your backrest and shoulders and you expect her to extract the sheet back up, then off one leg at a sentence, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your ankles and starts rubbing your back and legs at the same time…her hands running the full length of your exposed torso. You shiver a short and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels pose"… she runs her work force back up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, … so you spread your pegleg, 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, deeper"you reply and spread your legs just a touch more. Her hands start to move up and down your thighs and, insanely, you start to desire that they will make their way higher, and impact you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically ready to derive and she asks,"do you want to turn over ?"so you do. She places a masquerade 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 breast massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would wish that, …a lot"and her hands start slowly caressing your breasts.



You feel your mammilla get hard and in cattiness of yourself you let out a moan.



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

"Yes"you moan,"please, more"and you feel her buttery hand 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 midway finger, of her rightfulness hand, as you spread your human knee 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 organic structure into shivers…..she hang-up it back and forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the sheet harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hips to her rhythm method of birth control, raising them off the table to meet her finger. Her other hand finds your nipple and she starts rubbing that at the Saami fourth dimension, driving you demented ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't take it anymore, and at the exact moment you're about to come, she plunges 2 fingers inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hip drive her digit deeper and deeper until you're shuddering on the table, a sweaty, hot, satisfy mess…



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