You've had a really long week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You walk of life into the massage front room to check in….. as you give the noblewoman your name, you notice a masseuse behind the drape, getting set, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde hair. You can just draw out her tight adjustment maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut drawers hug her unadulterated little ass. The top striking her right at the top of her ass and For some reason, you can imagine her bent over the table with those pants down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the lady if that masseuse is useable.



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



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a topic of minute, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the rest of the station seems deserted. You walk down the vestibule past respective closed threshold, nervous that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly ill-use into room 12…..



When you walk in, it is void but the massage table is ready for you and there is a candela glowing in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the elbow room and you start to get a niggling wet thinking about her manpower rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your robe and slip between the cool quiet piece of paper. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipple are hard.



Several minutes 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 peg, and start to slowly rub your finger across your clit ….so slowly that she won't notice when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the door undefendable so you freeze…..



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



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



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



"trench"you say."Very hard, I'm so stressed out."You slowly proceed your hand so she won't see that you were touching yourself.



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



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the ticker jet a few fourth dimension. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her cool off hands on your backrest, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your back and shoulders and you expect her to pull the sheet back up, then off one leg at a clip, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your mortise joint and starts rubbing your back and legs at the Lapp time…her hands running the full length of your exposed body. You shiver a little and she asks"are you common cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels baffle"… she runs her manus 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 require me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, profoundly"you reply and open your wooden leg just a jot more. Her hands start to displace up and down your thigh and, insanely, you start to hope that they will name their way higher, and allude you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically make to descend and she asks,"do you want to change state over ?"so you do. She places a masquerade party over your center, and all of a sudden her script are on the top of your thighs, your stomach, your neck…..and she says"have you ever had your chest massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would like that, …a lot"and her script start slowly caressing your titty.



You feel your tit get toilsome and in spite of yourself you let out a groan.



Your hands grip the canvass beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and Forth River, up the center and around each one as you get bed wetter and pissed and more and more out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you fix for…. 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 second joint, and back to your center field again……she takes the middle finger, of her right 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 button, sending your body into shivers…..she rubs it back and forth, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the sheet of paper harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hips to her rhythm, raising them off the table to gather her finger. Her other hand finds your teat and she starts rubbing that at the same time, driving you weirdo ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't take it anymore, and at the demand present moment you're about to make out, she plunges 2 fingerbreadth inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hips drive her fingerbreadth 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 !