External Link/Members OnlyBut of a strange one. Expected to see Pati,thought I'd spoken to her on the phone,but ended up with a different masseuse.
Location: Ashton town centre. Not many people about,but the shopkeeper next door standing at the entrance to his premises took an interest.
1 hour massage - £40, clothed HJ £20
Pitched up as arranged,short wait for the door to open and ushered in by masseuse who was to give me the service. Despite my best efforts I was unable to decipher her name. There is no way she was handling the comms. She was early forties,plain looking with hair tied back in a long tail.
Once I had paid I was left for five minutes to get ready. The SP rejoined me and after faffing around a bit managed to get some music playing.
She got stuck in with a dry massage through a towel. Now this was a good workout,despite my odd whimper of protest she carried on regardless. Arms and legs stretched,all the major muscle groups stretched.
The service continued with oil,and it felt like a deep tissue massage. No drifting off into a relaxed half slumber with this lass! A well structured massage of feet,legs,back and shoulders in that order.
I had resigned myself to a legit massage when there was an abrupt change in pace. She started to softly stroke the inside of my thighs,and when I opened my legs wider she tickled my balls. No reach unders unfortunately,but some nice lingering cc swipes.
On being motioned to turn over as negotiated a price for the HE. Some play with my nipples and then she worked up my legs,cupping my balls before beginning the HJ. This was delivered at quite a slow,edging pace and I had to motion to her to speed up to get me there.
She cleaned me up,motioned me to sit up and she spent the last five minutes pummelling my back.
There were communication issues here and there might have been more of a build up,but it is a punt that turned out surprisingly well.
