I looked at our brother and yelped again
I have never been 1 who wanted someone to touch our body, personally. My body is mine and no 1 should be able to touch it however myself and our husband, that’s for sure. I can’t figure out how our brother was able to talk myself and others into somehow going to a massage with her. She had gotten a gift certificate for two to attend the local massage parlor. They were a high end salon that had nothing however highly excellent reviews from some pretty swanky buyers, but I was still unsure about going nevertheless. Not only did I allow our brother into talking myself and others to go with for a body massage, but I even allowed the girl to talk myself and others into getting a deep tissue body massage somehow. She first said that I would be sore for a morning or two, however our body would later thank myself and others for the experience. I was watching as 1 guy before us laid on the massage bed and the guy was running his hands over the massage. The man was so relaxed that he soon nodded off. The songs were soft and soothing and I was hoping I easily could relax such as the other guy. When it came time for our brother and I to get our body massage, I honestly was being hopeful. I was sure I was going to be able to relax and adore the experience ahead of me. I really wasn’t thinking too well when the guy came in and the first thing he rapidly did was press into our shoulder with his elbow. I squealed at the hasty pain. The professional said I had asked for a deep tissue body massage, and that was what he was doing for me. I looked at our brother and yelped again. No more, I’m done with the massage.