Massage Parlours Old Farm Park MK7

Massage Parlours Old Farm Park MK7

The sun was setting on a warm summer evening in Old Farm Park MK7. The park was situated between two streets, one lined with dilapidated warehouses and the other with rundown residential homes. In the middle stood a large building that housed a massage parlour. It was an unassuming building, neatly painted in a bright yellow with a navy blue window awning. In the fading sunlight, it was a small oasis of relaxation and pleasure in the middle of a forgotten industrial neighbourhood.

John had been walking down the street when he saw the massage parlour and knew he had to check it out. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a pleasant middle-aged woman in a crisp white suit. She smiled and welcomed him with a warm handshake.

“Hello, I’m Mary,” she said, “I’ll be your attendant for the evening. What type of massage are you looking for?”

John told her he was interested in a full body massage and Mary showed him to a private room. She then left to fetch the masseuse. A few minutes later, a beautiful brunette woman in her thirties appeared in the doorway—the masseuse. She introduced herself as Emily and asked John to undress and lay on the table.

John perplexed for the moment, but his sense of excitement quickly returned as Emily began her massage. Emily was gentle yet firm with her touch and applied the right amount of pressure to make the massage as relaxing as possible. Her hands moved around and over his body in trained yet inexplicit patterns. As the massage progressed, she moved her hands closer and closer to the more sensitive regions of his body and John felt pleasure coursing through his veins.

John soon became aroused and Emily reacted to this by increasing her touch and making it more intimate. She started to caress his inner thighs and buttocks, and then moved onto his chest and stomach. She teased and teased until he was ready to explode. Emily then moved up and down his inner thigh, all the way up to his manhood.

John’s excitement had been building up until that moment, but now it was at its peak. Emily tugged lightly at his member and then moved onto other areas of his body. He could feel the pleasure recede and then return several times as she worked her magic. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Emily stopped and John was filled with a sense of ultimate pleasure and satisfaction.

He thanked Emily before getting up from the table and dressing. He paid Mary at the reception desk, thanking her as well. When he stepped out onto the street, it was dark and the stars were twinkling in the sky. He felt more relaxed and alive than ever before. In the Massage Parlours Old Farm Park MK7, he had experienced a pleasure beyond imagination.