James

I love massages. I love being pampered, taken care of, and, above all else, being desired. So when a friend of mine gifted me a coupon for two massages for the price of one at a little known spa I knew I had to go. My husband refused to go with me, as usually. That's fine. I mainly go to these spas because of him anyway. I like to show off my sculpted, well maintained figure to people who can actually appreciate the work I put in to look so good. The feeling of their hands caressing my raw flesh turns me on to no end. The girl at the spa says I can't get a discount, but I can have the ...