Went to my usual AMP haunt in the nuevo precious metal mall and prepared myself for a one hour blissful massage, paid my money, got the ridiculous shorts on and lay back as the lovely Thai maiden got to work. At first she put a towel over me, which is a bit of a new experience, but thought heigh ho, maybe I am a bit sweaty and she's just patting me down, but then the towel stayed on, the massage continued with no touchy, feely at all except through the towel. On the flip things carried on just the same, nice massage just not sensual in any way. Near the end of time I thought she'll ask soon if I want to be massaged "down there", but nothing, so I thought nothing ventured, nothing gained and asked for special massage. "Not possible" was the reply, "problems. " She wouldn't tell me what the problem was so I am down to three possibilities 1) I am a sweaty bastard, repulsive to all women (would like to point out at this point that I was freshly showered and had lathered myself in Old Spice and Brut, but will put my hand up to the bastard and repulsive parts) 2) they had been caught and put on a warning or 3) it's getting close to Ramadan.
So with a jaunty air and a set of blue balls I headed off to the Grand Old Duke's Hotel, appeared to have at least 10,000 staff hanging around at the reception. Boldly walked in as if I owned the place and felt like an MI6 operative as I made to the lift without being stopped (all those years playing Metal Gear Solid on the playstation have finally paid off! On the top floor I was greeted by the spa manager and asked if I was a guest at the hotel, my resolve crumbled at this point I admitted that I was not and and I broke down in tears begging for forgiveness and not to call LE as I couldn't stand being rejected twice in one day from an AMP. After she picked me off the floor, unhooked my hands from her ankles and made me blow my nose in a hankie, she said it was okay and had I been here before, I told a slight porky pie and said yes at the old place and got a discount to 150 dh. Got a lovely Indian girl, tall, nice body, not so hot facially (what the yanks call a butterface, as in lovely body, but her face....), but then that's why the lights are so dim in the room. Put the shorts on, lay down and the girl came back in, within seconds the shorts are torn and tattered and look more like a fetching mini skirt (I do have the legs for it, so was able to carry it off). Excellent massage, loads of ball play, grabbing of the wee man, long teasing strokes, knee thrust teasingly in to the balls and then on the flip the best ball massage I've ever had and then two hands round the shaft with the twisty motion. I was in heaven, within a few amazing, sensual seconds it was over, but she just carried on, ignoring my pleading and then the holy grail occured. A multiple orgasm, I though never mind calling LE, call a fecking ambulance, fortunately she stopped at this point, seemingly a bit surprised as well. Anyway, at no time had she asked for anything for her services and instead of the normal 100 dh for a HJ, I felt she deserved an extra 50 (would have given more, fluffy git that I am, but fortunately had went out with only a small amount and no cards), so total cost was 150+150.
