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i'd always take that option, unc ...but that reminds me:
my son's friend's father owns a couple spas around town so he offers me a sample massage at his main joint; as I enter I hear the mellowest ephemeral music playing softly in the background as scents of flowers and fruits and exotic teas tempt my nasal organ; as I'm welcomed by a couple of lovely female attendants they offer me large juicy strawberries and a cup of organic herbal tea while I await my masseuse; I'm taken back into a little room with a massage table where my buddy who's also a chiropractic doctor interviews me with various appropriate questions about my physical condition and then he suggests that I remove as much of my clothing as I'm comfortable with and await Christine, one of his finest massage therapists; so I'm laying face down on the table with my ass area covered by a folded sheet and I hear her enter and introduce herself; she right away starts with gentle touching and probing and then more and more into the massage therapy; I'm greatly enjoying the effects as I'm feeling it's the best massage I've ever had; for some reason I haven't even looked up during this whole process, but as she's finishing up and concluding with her explanation of what she did and what techniques she used, I look up and see a most gorgeous blonde woman and immediately regret not having looked at her before she started since that would have hightened my sensual pleasure from her massage. So the message I got from this massage is "always look before you...do anything"
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