A La Paz massage

In the city of La Paz, Baja California, Mexico, visiting to get supplies, an evening with friend Alonso.
Who was saying: " You stayed 28 days by yourself in the boondocks, right?
Must have gotten pretty lonely, no?"

What to say?
To explain at length how levels of spiritual enlightenment were reached and depths of purity that made life like lived by a virgin?

Hence it was agreed with Alonso that a good massage was needed and him being an expert of the city of La Paz, he was followed to this special place he said he knew.

It was in what looked like an office building but when entering the floor where was the massage parlor it all looked rather luxurious and lavish.
More a place we could call a boudoir.
Alonso announced the new customer to the lady at the reception who asked if Mr. Boondocker wished one or two masseuses.
One or two?

In countries like Thailand, Malaysia and Singapore it is not uncommon to get a massage by two masseuses.
It makes it much more of a special experience.
So, why not?
Let's go extravagant for a change.

The room was large where the massage was to take place.
Beautifully furnished and decorated in a tasteful way.
With an undeniable erotic atmosphere.

The two girls were young and dressed in short white skirts.
They had a warm smile, well trained bodies and brown eyes.
In an excellent mood obviously and ready to give their best.

Before the thinking could wonder what the heck was going on, to possibly intervene or protest, the two girls relieved the customer of all his clothes.
Made him lie down stark naked on a large and soft bed.
With a lot of oil, anywhere muscles could be found, the two girls massaged them gently.
First with their hands, but then they used their elbows too.

As if this was how a massage was common in this parlor, wearing nothing underneath, the girls took off their skirts, and used now their breasts, bellies and buttocks to make the muscles of the customer flexible and rejuvenated.
Who was only thinking that if this was their way, how different though compared to massages enjoyed before, better to surrender and enjoy.

When suddenly the door of the room opened and an amazing person entered.
A woman dressed in tight black latex.
On her head she had a cap of an SS officer.
And in her hand a short whip.
"What is going on here?", she shouted with a threatening voice.
The girls stopped their activities but it was obvious they were all acting like if they were in some film.
"Tie his wrists and give him the real treatment!", she yelled whipping the girls and the astonished customer.

Before a protest could be presented, or even a refusal, or let alone an escape could be made, the wrists were tied with a silk scarf behind the back.
While feeling the whip softly landing on upper legs and arms.
The arrested body was laid down on the bed and fired by the SS officer one girl sat on the face of the customer and started rubbing her femininity for erotic servicing.
The other girl occupied herself doing expertly what is most adequately called a blow job.

Within five minutes the three women had managed to have the customer reach an orgasm that could stand up to the one his very first time.
An explosion of energy, heavenliness and elevation.
Made to jet the universe and reach beyond.
Pushed close to unconsciousness by being turned inside out.

Returned to the lady of the reception, it was time to pay.
She said: "That's $ 20 for the blow job, another $ 20 for the sitting job and $ 20 for the Gestapo woman, tips not included."

When eventually returning to Alonso waiting in a coffee shop nearby who was checking the jokes in an old "Reader's Digest", he asked how it had been.
"Like in a dream, Alonso".









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