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 parlour to check in….. as you give the noblewoman your public figure, you notice a masseuse behind the drapery, getting cook, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde hair. You can just make out her tight try-on maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut bloomers hug her consummate little ass. The top hits her right at the top of her ass and For some understanding, you can opine her bent over the board with those pants 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 adjoin 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 room, you notice that the relaxation of the place seems deserted. You walk down the hall past several closed doorway, aflutter that mortal knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into room 12…..



When you walk in, it is hollow but the massage table is ready for you and there is a wax light glow 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 slip between the cool fluent sheets. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipple are hard.



Several minutes pass and you're skittish that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your legs, and start to slowly rub your digit across your clitoris ….so slowly that she won't notice when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting bed wetter and then you hear the threshold open so you freeze…..



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



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



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



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



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



She starts to rub you through the bed sheet and you hear the ticker squirt a few times. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her chill manus on your backbone, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your rear and shoulders 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 ankles and starts rubbing your back and peg at the Saame time…her hands running the full length of your exposed body. You shiver a footling and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hands back up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, … 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 require me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, deeper"you reply and open your legs just a touch more. Her hands start to move up and down your thighs and, insanely, you start to trust that they will wee-wee their way gamey, and bear upon you….right there.



As she gets snug and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically ready to come in and she asks,"do you require 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 thigh, 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 workforce start slowly caressing your breasts.



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



Your hands grip the sheet of paper 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 wetting agent and Sir Thomas More and Thomas More out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you set for…. more ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, to a greater extent"and you feel her oily hand slip down your belly and inside your thigh, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your second joint, and back to your center again……she takes the middle fingerbreadth, of her right 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 rubs it back and forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the rag harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your rose hip to her calendar method of birth control, raising them off the table to meet her fingerbreadth. Her former handwriting finds your mamilla and she starts rubbing that at the same time, driving you crazy ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't take it anymore, and at the exact bit you're about to come, she plunges 2 fingers inside you…… bringing you to culminate as your hips drive her finger deeper and deeper until you're shuddering on the table, 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 !