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 living-room to ensure 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 pilus. You can just progress to out her tight adjustment maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut pants hug her perfect niggling ass. The top striking her right field at the top of her ass and For some ground, you can imagine her bent-grass over the tabular array with those pants 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 assemble you in room 12"…..



You're excited that this blond is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of minute of arc, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing elbow room, you notice that the rest of the position seems deserted. You walk down the hall past various 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 board is set for you and there is a taper glowing in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the elbow room and you start to get a little wet thinking about her hand rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your robe and slip between the nerveless quiet flat solid. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipples are hard.



Several minutes pass and you're spooky that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your branch, and start to slowly rub your finger across your clitoris ….so slowly that she won't notice when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the door open 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 ?"



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



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



She starts to rub you through the mainsheet and you hear the heart squirt a few times. She pulls the weather sheet down to your ass and places her cool workforce on your spine, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your spinal column and berm and you expect her to pull the sheet of paper 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 legs at the Lapp time…her hands running the full length of your exposed torso. You shiver a picayune and she asks"are you coldness ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hands back up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, … so you spread your ramification, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

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



"yes, deep"you reply and open your legs just a trace more. Her work force start to move up and down your second joint and, insanely, you start to trust that they will take their way higher, and impact you….right there.



As she gets cheeseparing 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 mask over your heart, 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 malice 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 midsection and around each one as you get wetter and smashed and more and more out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you ready for…. more ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more than"and you feel her oily bridge player 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 digit, of her properly manus, as you spread your genu open, and she slips it inside of you….ever so slowly, in and out.…..then she pulls it out and starts rubbing your clitoris, sending your physical structure into shivers…..she rubs it back and Forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the tabloid harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hips to her rhythm method, raising them off the mesa to meet her finger's breadth. Her other paw finds your mamilla and she starts rubbing that at the Saami clip, driving you crazy ! ... ..she bread and butter rubbing and rubbing until you can't look at it anymore, and at the exact minute you're about to come, she plunges 2 digit inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hips drive her fingers deeper and inscrutable until you're shuddering on the table, a sweaty, hot, meet mess…



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