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She seemed genuinely intrigued and asked me to tell her more but being slightly wary of a new client, I didn’t divulge too much. However, I explained that increasingly we were working separately and that all of the clients I had met in the past month or so had been exclusively professional business women. ‘Really’ she said, ‘so you are used to a woman telling you what to do then!’ and looked at me with a cold, hard stare as if challenging me. I didn’t reply but smiled politely and suggested that we make our way up to her room. Theresa soon drowned another glass, ordered a bottle to her room and suggested we go up. A few minutes later we entered her room and told me to set up my couch by the window next to the asian bed while she had a quick freshen up in the shower. I set up my couch, took out my sports vest and shorts and changed. As I finished there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I took the tray from the waiter and placing the tray on the bedside cabinet, I poured two glasses of wine and prepared my cream and oil from my bag as I heard the shower turn off. The bathroom door opened and Theresa entered wearing a thick white hotel dressing gown. She looked up and I instantly saw her checking me out in my sports vest, paying particular attention to my arms. ‘I hope you are ready?’ she asked. Her superior attitude and her rude manner was now grating on my nerves and managing to hide my irritation I suggested that she might like to lay on her front first and then cover herself with the towel whilst I use the bathroom to wash my hands. She kind of huffed as if I was keeping her waiting but ignoring her I turned and entered the bathroom. As I washed my hands I looked in the mirror, my irritation clearly showing on my face and determined to make her pay for her rudeness if I got the chance. When I returned rather than laying on her front with a towel covering her as instructed she was laying propped on her elbows. The towel barely covered her large, round bottom and her large, heavy breasts were clearly visible as they hung down onto the couch. Unfazed, I took the towel, adjusted it, spread it over her bottom and over the back of her thighs. Placing my hands on the small of her back I gently pushed her down onto the couch. ‘Now, you blowjob asked for deep tissue and everyone’s tastes are different, so if any time you want me to increase or decrees the intensity please tell me’. She didn’t reply but lay down and then placing her hands alongside her body I applied some oil and started to massage it slowly and gently into her back. Taking my time, I increased the intensity and length of my strokes until I felt her muscles had warmed sufficiently and then started to go much deeper. I heard her sigh and several times I sensed her physically relax as my movements became increasingly stronger. I then bent forward and using my arms in long strokes I heard her groan as I moved down her bottom and started to massage the back of her thighs. I had massaged enough women to recognise the signs. I could tell she was enjoying the feel of my hands on her body and there was no mistaking her quiet groan and a slight parting of her thighs as I slowly stroked up the inside of her thighs. I stopped an inch from her pussy before slowly sliding my hands across the back of her thighs and bottom before starting to stroke up her thigh using even slower and more gentle strokes. I had now been massaging her deeply for about forty minutes when she asked if we could pause for a drinks break. ‘You’re the client’ I replied and propping herself upon her elbows she looked at me and told me to pass her a drink. Again, no manners, no please! 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