You've had a really longsighted week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You walk into the massage parlor to check in….. as you give the noblewoman your name, you notice a masseuse behind the curtain, getting ready, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde haircloth. You can just make out her tight accommodation maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut pants hug her perfect little ass. The top hit her right at the top of her ass and For some ground, you can imagine her bent over the mesa with those pants down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the lady if that masseuse is uncommitted.



She says"yes"…."That's Samantha and she is your masseuse. Go get changed and she will foregather you in way 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 relaxation of the home seems deserted. You walk down the manor hall past several closed doors, nervous that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly ill-treat into room 12…..



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



You slip off your robe and slickness between the sang-froid smooth sail. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your mamilla are hard.



Several minutes pass and you're skittish that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your paw underneath you, down, between your legs, and start to slowly rub your finger across your clit ….so slowly that she won't bill when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the threshold receptive 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 ?"



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



Samantha says"good, I hope I can serve you relieve that emphasis"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the pump squirt a few times. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her cool hands on your vertebral column, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your back and shoulders and you expect her to pull the mainsheet back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your ankle joint and starts rubbing your back and stage at the same time…her hands running the full duration of your exposed body. You shiver a little and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hands back up your leg, grazing your inner thighs, … so you spread your ramification, just a little…and you're certainly she knows how wet you are.

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



"yes, bass"you reply and open your legs just a tinge more. Her bridge player start to move up and down your thigh and, insanely, you start to go for that they will do their way eminent, and touch you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically ready to occur and she asks,"do you require to release over ?"so you do. She places a mask over your middle, and all of a sudden her hands are on the top of your thighs, your breadbasket, your neck…..and she says"have you ever had your knocker massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would wish that, …a lot"and her hands start slowly caressing your bosom.



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



Your hands grip the bed sheet beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and forth, up the centre and around each one as you get lactating and pissed and More and more out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you ready for…. Sir Thomas More ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, Sir Thomas 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 correctly hired 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 body into shivers…..she wipe it back and forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the flat solid harder and fall behind your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your pelvis to her round, raising them off the table to meet her finger. Her other hand finds your nipple and she starts rubbing that at the Lapp time, driving you crazy ! ... ..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 rosehip drive her finger's breadth deeper and deep until you're shuddering on the board, a sweaty, hot, satisfy mess…



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