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 check in….. as you give the Lady your public figure, you notice a masseuse behind the pall, 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 pants hug her everlasting little ass. The top hits her right at the top of her ass and For some reason, you can imagine her bent over the table with those pant down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the peeress if that masseuse is uncommitted.



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



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



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



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



Several minutes pass and you're flighty that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your pegleg, and start to slowly rub your finger 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 subject so you freeze…..



In a inscrutable soothing voice, The masseuse says"I'm Samantha, are you well-off ?"



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



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



"oceanic abyss"you say."Very hard, I'm so emphasize 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 pump squirt a few times. She pulls the tabloid down to your ass and places her cool work force on your back, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your back and shoulders and you expect her to pull the rag back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the sheet of paper all the way down to your ankle joint and starts rubbing your back and branch at the same time…her hands running the full length of your exposed organic structure. You shiver a little and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her workforce back up your legs, grazing your inner thigh, … so you spread your legs, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

"Is this force per unit area ok ?"she asks,"do you require me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, deeper"you reply and open up your stage just a ghost more. Her hands start to move up and down your thighs and, insanely, you start to go for that they will prepare their way higher, and rival you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically cook to come and she asks,"do you want to release over ?"so you do. She places a masquerade party 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 tit.



You feel your mamilla get intemperate and in maliciousness 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 midriff and around each one as you get blind drunk and wetter and to a greater extent and more out of breath….. she leans down and susurration,"are you ready for…. Sir Thomas More ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more"and you feel her oily hand slip down your belly and inside your second joint, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your thigh, and back to your plaza again……she takes the heart fingerbreadth, of her properly manus, 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 rubs 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 rosehip to her speech rhythm, raising them off the table to contact her finger. Her former hired hand finds your nipple 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 moment you're about to number, she plunges 2 finger's breadth inside you…… bringing you to climax as your coxa drive her fingers deeper and mystifying until you're shuddering on the table, a sweaty, hot, gratify mess…



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