A few weeks ago, I found myself in a small, cramped hotel room, on a rainy Saturday afternoon.
A massage parlour called Pure Wave Massage was just down the road from the hotel.
It had a window with a view of the nearby riverside, a room with a big, white bed and a window.
I asked to use the bathroom.
They took my fingerprints and checked my bag for my credit card.
They gave me a small bottle of red, white and blue liquid.
They told me to get in line, and to wait outside the room for a massage.
They did not give me any money.
When I got to the room, there were no other customers in sight.
I was not going to waste my time.
I called out to a colleague in line.
“Hello, hello, hello!” he called back.
“Nothing, nothing!” he said.
“We’re not going in,” I said.
I had a headache, but it was so light I could hardly feel it.
“I’m not going into that room,” he said, pointing to the window.
“No, I’m not,” I answered.
I felt the room grow dark.
I pushed myself up against the wall and pressed my face against the window, then my back against it.
I wanted to scream.
My body wanted to shake.
The room was so quiet I could barely hear my own breathing.
I closed my eyes and stared at the window in front of me.
I could hear the rain falling, but I couldn’t feel it because the room was dark.
It was just as quiet in the next room, and I could see it was too dark to hear anything.
I knew I had to leave, but the room did not feel like it would take me far.
So I turned around and walked out the door.
When I returned to the hotel a few days later, the door had been opened, and two men were sitting at the bar, one with a drink and the other with a towel.
I walked over to them and said hello.
“Hey, nice to meet you,” I told them.
“So, are you guys from Pure Wave?” one of the men asked.
I told him yes.
The men turned to me and looked at me with an expression of surprise and disgust.
I looked at them and started laughing.
I explained to them that I had come to Pure Wave for a massaging session.
I said that I was a bit tired and had to go to the bathroom, but they insisted I should just wait for them.
They offered me some free samples and then they asked if I wanted them to massage me.
It felt weird at first, but then I felt more comfortable, so I accepted.
The first massaging technique I tried was one of their signature methods.
It involved them standing in front and behind me and doing little finger massages that felt just like massages you would get at a massage therapist, except the massages would feel like massaging.
The massage technique was not a massage, but rather a very gentle massage that lasted just a couple of seconds.
The man in front said that this was the best massage I had ever had.
It did not hurt.
It didn’t hurt at all.
The two men stood up and took their hands off of me and put them on my shoulder.
I did not know why I had accepted the massage from the men.
The masseur said that the massage was not supposed to hurt me, but my body did not respond the same way as a massage would.
The pain in my legs and shoulders would go away and I would feel better.
I then began to feel really uncomfortable, and one of them came to me in my room and began to massage my back.
I couldn´t stop the massage.
I tried to pull away, but instead I felt like I was about to explode.
At first I was so afraid that I would lose control of my body, but soon I began to enjoy it.
The second massaging was different.
The body parts in front were mostly soft and gentle.
They touched my arms and legs and my back, but not my breasts.
The pressure was almost like an electric shock.
I started to cry.
I kept rubbing my back and legs, trying to relax my body and get more rest.
Finally, the man stopped and said, “Do you want to go home?”
I said yes.
I sat down on the bed, and he started massaging me.
“Good, you are doing very good,” he told me.
He was rubbing my shoulders and breasts.
When he finished massaging my back he placed a towel over my head and started to massage the back of my neck.
I started to feel very tired.
I didn’t want to be sick again, so the masseur gave me some water and said to get dressed.
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