trux33wwy

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.

The unexpected boundary-push can be the most thrilling. I had been using one of those in-home massage app services, always purely for legit massage, and I liked it and knew what I was getting. I got a male therapist one night. He proceeded to do his thing for 30 minutes, technically great in a therapeutic sense. I was pretty new to the service and had by luck gotten mostly female therapists up to that point, and for whatever reason I had been in the habit of wearing briefs during massage. This guy, though, was intent on working on the glutes, so he, after asking, slid his hands right up and slid the underwear off. Nothing climactic or naughty occurred but for the rest of the session he showed that he had no fear of boundaries: lots of comprehensive glute work and, on the other side, getting deep into top of the front of the thighs... Cool, I thought, and enjoyed it and it ended.
 
Made another generic booking some time later and the same dude responded. This time, I was sure to have no clothes in the way so I could enjoy the deep muscle work. Massage proceeded as normal, I flipped onto back, and as he worked on various parts of upper leg, the sheet kept getting folded into a smaller and smaller coverage. Even if I'm not looking for any extras in a massage, I don't get embarrassed and tend just to let myself get erect if it happens. This guy's work on my legs and hips was having an extra-direct effect so of course I was pretty pumped up. Eventually, there was only a narrow strip of sheet covering just my junk, and I was blissed out so much that there was probably only an inch of clearance with the head. Once the guy, standing at the head of the table, started running his hands down on either side all the way down through to the legs, it was pretty damn electric. And then the sheet came off and things went manually to a highly satisfactory ending! Made me want to chase that experience of the unexpected bonus, forever!
 
And then there was the third visit, where I was surprised yet again... You never know.