There was one at a massage place on LNS a few years back that I got a really great SFW massage, and there was some "maybe" accidental touching of the potatoes, and a little brush of the tip of the sausage. The anticipation made me so immensely hard. It was so much more exciting than knowing that a happy ending was coming.
The towel was full tent mode when I was asked to flip over in the final 15 mins.
Anticipation is hot. Not knowing is hot.
I was so pent up, that when i got home and unleashed one, it was like an ice cream truck hitting a concrete wall.
She was very plain Jane. Chubby Thai, maybe mid 30s.

I would take that over a proper RNT any day of the week.