A woman wants an erotic massage before the death of her father

une femme veut massage érotique avant le décès de son père

I receive the phone call of a woman who mentions wanting to me Rocco for the evening. I look at my diary and I have again a last crenel in the evening. She asks me a last question and asks me if I have a big cock. I answer her that I never give informations on this matter but that my customers are very satisfied. By asking me this question, I understand that only Rocco will interest her and no other massage. Then we confirm the appointment.

The hour of the appointment arrives and I return on Paris to do an erotic massage in a luxurious hotel where lives the customer. I go to her room, appear and to get acquainted, I ask her if she is on Paris for business or for holidays. She answers me while she was not live in France and while she is of passage on Paris for the death of her father. Then obviously when she tells me that, that cools the atmosphere. I express her my condolences then she answers me that he did not die yet, that he is going to die in a few hours. I had the impression to move the knife in the wound then I wish her some courage and quickly change subject. I ask her of which erotic massage she wants and she answers me again Rocco. She says me that she needs to change the ideas, that she needs a brutal thing to think any more of nothing. Some dive into the alcohol, the antidepressant or other and she it is in the sex. Interesting. The first time when I see that.

I take a shower to cool me before beginning the massage. I return and say to the woman to put herself completely naked and to remove all her jewels. Naked time, I say her to lengthen on the stomach on the bed. I undress and join her. I sit down on her buttocks then begin by massing him the back quietly. Then at the end of 5 min hardly she begins to move buttocks to tell me, well, it is good the back, now moves on. Then I begin to mass her buttocks then cross my hands between her leges. She lifts then her buttocks even higher and opens her legs. And she says me “Hummm I am a good bitch!“. I recognize to her undoubtedly that she has certain talents on this matter. So, when we say me that, I am obliged to answer otherwise I am going to be thought of as a shy person. So i answer  her “No, you are a war dog!”

My naturist massage in Paris is finishing and I see a smile on her lips.She asks me then how I make to be hard all the time. I say her that when we are a professional, we know to master his body from A to Z. I resume my affairs then I leave by wishing her good courage.

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