cmk76
04-01-2017, 09:46 PM
Irene's. My second visit to this shop. My first stay at this shop. Malaysian Chinese girl Gina. She comes from the same island as Honey. Remember Honey? She worked outside of this building at a little known shop called Snow Lotus. Memories. It brings back alot of great experiences. It also brought back devastating consequences. Greed. Foolishly, it was divulged for all to read. And what did I gain out of it? Hurting someone. I still have a soft spot for her in my heart. Lesson learnt. Actions accounted for. That was 2 years ago...
Booking. A 2 hour session at 2 different shops tonight. First, at Irene's in shop 9, then at Divas on Sussex St. Gina was a tiny, lightly tanned lass with short hair. Hair that covered a part of her face. A nice smile. Lithe, light and young. A slim milf that took me by surprise. Surprise by the way she massaged. The way she used her hands. The way she was attentive to me...
Room. I saw overhead bars above the bed. I asked if she could back step. Followed by asking if her feet were clean. If it weren't, I told her not to bother. After all, she had thongs on. Gina chuckled. Now, her laugh is very cute. It has a distinct high pitch girly tone that is just sweet to the ears. Softly spoken, polite and soothing. This is the feeling I get while chatting to her, resting on my front...
Massage. Gina claims that she has only had minimal training. However, her experienced hands tell me otherwise. Between the thumb and index, she kneads along my over worked joints. The arms, the wrists and the shoulders. I loved every minute of it. No oil, just consistent pressure. This, she was taught, by someone she knew back home...
Session. I eased into it instantaneously. Almost dozing off, when the aches were being rubbed. It was relaxing. I was super comfortable with her. There were times went it would be quiet in the room. And all I could hear were the giggling sounds from Emma with a punter next door. Suspiciously, trying to put her well advertised assets to full use! I couldn't confirm, as I haven't seen them in real life. There was alot of frolicking, shrills of laughter and tapping from skin to skin contact...
Distraction. A little at first, but I concentrated at what my masseuse was providing. At the three quarter mark, Gina stood in front of the table and asked if I wanted anything else for the remaining session. Only that, she won't be the one finishing the duties. So, suggested ladies outside and one by the name of Amy. I looked up, smiled and declined the offer. I was happy to have continued with her, as we have built a rapport. But since it wasn't possible, I requested Gina to continue massaging the rest of my legs. This lead up should give me a little energy to continue the next hour with another masseuse...
Impression. Gina left a very good one on me. She gives a slow, joint tension relief and relaxing massage. However, after finishing the session, I was struggling to link the voice with the person in real life. What I saw, was a tiny girl next door with a half sleeve tattoo, along with another on the neck! It was deceivingly pleasant. In saying that, I highly recommend her skills to someone who could appreciate a decent massage with no funny business...
Booking. A 2 hour session at 2 different shops tonight. First, at Irene's in shop 9, then at Divas on Sussex St. Gina was a tiny, lightly tanned lass with short hair. Hair that covered a part of her face. A nice smile. Lithe, light and young. A slim milf that took me by surprise. Surprise by the way she massaged. The way she used her hands. The way she was attentive to me...
Room. I saw overhead bars above the bed. I asked if she could back step. Followed by asking if her feet were clean. If it weren't, I told her not to bother. After all, she had thongs on. Gina chuckled. Now, her laugh is very cute. It has a distinct high pitch girly tone that is just sweet to the ears. Softly spoken, polite and soothing. This is the feeling I get while chatting to her, resting on my front...
Massage. Gina claims that she has only had minimal training. However, her experienced hands tell me otherwise. Between the thumb and index, she kneads along my over worked joints. The arms, the wrists and the shoulders. I loved every minute of it. No oil, just consistent pressure. This, she was taught, by someone she knew back home...
Session. I eased into it instantaneously. Almost dozing off, when the aches were being rubbed. It was relaxing. I was super comfortable with her. There were times went it would be quiet in the room. And all I could hear were the giggling sounds from Emma with a punter next door. Suspiciously, trying to put her well advertised assets to full use! I couldn't confirm, as I haven't seen them in real life. There was alot of frolicking, shrills of laughter and tapping from skin to skin contact...
Distraction. A little at first, but I concentrated at what my masseuse was providing. At the three quarter mark, Gina stood in front of the table and asked if I wanted anything else for the remaining session. Only that, she won't be the one finishing the duties. So, suggested ladies outside and one by the name of Amy. I looked up, smiled and declined the offer. I was happy to have continued with her, as we have built a rapport. But since it wasn't possible, I requested Gina to continue massaging the rest of my legs. This lead up should give me a little energy to continue the next hour with another masseuse...
Impression. Gina left a very good one on me. She gives a slow, joint tension relief and relaxing massage. However, after finishing the session, I was struggling to link the voice with the person in real life. What I saw, was a tiny girl next door with a half sleeve tattoo, along with another on the neck! It was deceivingly pleasant. In saying that, I highly recommend her skills to someone who could appreciate a decent massage with no funny business...