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This is a true story. It happened over a year and a half and ended in January this year. My fault. Sometimes thoughtless acts that end with an experience that had already entered your life as important. At the end of history will understand what I mean.

It all started at a dinner of marriage when a husband said that since a few weeks ago went to a masseuse who calmed his nerves and gave her strength to return to the maelstrom of everyday life. As usual, it happened comments on what you should do a masseuse and the usual jokes, which were saves when he said she was a mature person, about 50 years, very competent and not advertised in newspapers, because it allowed only when the customer had an acquaintance. It was a serious massage. To speak with his wife, no one hesitated. In addition, his wife would also be massages occasionally.

The next morning the phone asked me to provide access to the masseuse and gave me his number. I will not say his name (his full name because it appeared in several diplomas hanging on the wall of the massage room), but to name it somehow we'll call Rachel. When I called my friend had already put on record. After a few days, I showed up at the agreed time and gave me a full body massage, face down first, then face up (except the genitals). It was really serious and high quality. We look for the following week. So, I booked an hour every Wednesday morning and went without incident happening massage. We did not talk much. The massages were long and variable duration, not for more than five massages a day. At the end of each massage was a peculiar thing: I was wondering what you liked, what does not, what notabas missing, and so on. and pointed in a tab open in your name, but to keep the intimacy was an assumed name (for example, I called Santi III, because he had two other clients older than me with the same name that came to mind give). He said, the masseuse has to conform to the tastes of the customer are different and often contradictory.

On the fourth or fifth massage, I do not remember exactly, at the end of each side (face down, face up), spent a short period of time (perhaps one or two minutes) through their fingers very gently, like caressing the entire body, except naturally the genitals. When he asked me to write it down on the massage on my tab, I told him I had late strokes liked and wished that lasted longer. He said no problem, but warned me that under no circumstances touch the genitals me, that was strictly prohibited. I accepted. The truth is that he passed his hands along the inside of the thighs, it was inevitable that sometimes brush against the bag of balls, but there was nothing.

Following the massage, caresses lasted longer. I did see where I liked more sighs and gasps, timidly at first, but seeing that he accepted without problems and had the effect that strokes are located more especially in the most erotic for me, I began to accompany the sighs words to tell you what I liked to do. After finishing the massage, I said I knew very well and pat you grateful that it lasted a good while. He also mentioned that my favorite parts were the buttocks, legs and especially the nipples, which no one had touched me and had noticed a very special taste when he passed his hand over them. To my surprise, he said:

- Is that men think that is women and that depends more on the people, the sex of each. Some men are very sensitive and some not, and the same goes for women. Some clients ask me to insist there and I have no problem. The only thing I ask is that you can touch the genitals and you should never do is touch me for me, not even close. Everything else is part of the massage.

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