A month later, during which the amazing massage stories that heal the patients starred in her every conversation, I suggested that she finally demonstrate one to me. My bedroom seemed to be a perfect place. We can quickly skip from the pleasure to the next pleasure. But this time too Sarit elegantly dodged, claiming she needed a high professional treatment bed to perform a perfect professional massage. 
"You see, realized? I need a contra to press hard in the problematic places, so you better get to me."
"Happily," I said and immediately looked at the diary on my cell phone and suggested I arrive on Thursday evening. But again it did not suit her because she had already prescribed another treatment. At the sight of my frustrated face she comforted me sweetly: "Exercise, do not worry ... of course I will do for you, like a king you will lie with me in the clinic and get a massage you will never forget, you will float, but it also hurts! Are you willing to suffer too?" I nodded in the positive and meanwhile she asked me for a massage,