With the towel again over my eyes, I knew she’d returned when she began to use a slightly hot, wet towel to wipe away the last of the mineral oil from every part of me.Systematically she kept using fresh, warm towels to finish the job until I felt I’d gotten a complete sponge-bath.I complied and she placed a small towel over my eyes just before she began rubbing me down again with oil across my chest and shoulders.I kinda felt like a sedated gorilla getting examined by the Vet at this point.She asked me to sit up, left and returned with a tray upon which was a cup of hot tea with some flowers.I guess that’s how they let you know they are done.As I did so the first thought that came to my mind was, “.” She placed a towel on my back and began to massage first my legs, then shoulders and lower back. This would be a one-hour deal so I knew she was just warming up.As I let myself relax and just enjoy the experience I still felt things were slanted way too much in my favor. She walked up my back several times and it was then I was glad she wasn’t weighing in at 200 pounds..
One move was kinda like when the police take you down with your arm behind your back and a knee in the back.. A few more odd, but satisfying positions later and she asked me to lay down and rest.At least in the casual affair it’s a mutual thing.. But with massage, one person gets pleasure and the other person gets money. A few months ago I finally let my maid () give me a massage at my place. She used to work in a massage place and knew a few things.Unfortunately that played havoc with my then relationship.I followed her to a massage bed which was very low to the ground. I slipped off my clothes, put on the shorts and left my clothes in the little basket on the floor.She gave me a basket which had only one item in it.. ““, she replied as she closed the linen curtain behind her. She returned and instructed me to lay down with my face in the hole on the massage bed.