A friend, a young and naive one who shall remain anonymous, found himself in Edinburgh's Haymarket area one Saturday afternoon with time to kill. As he wandered around he saw a Thai Massage Parlour. Now he wasn't sure if this was code for a brothel but he'd been in neither so he thought he'd give it a go. Inside it was all very professional with pretty Oriental girls in white smocks, one of whom took him to a small room with a massage table and a small changing cubicle. She left him to get changed and Andy (for that was his name, fukkit) decided this was a bona fide massage parlour. He settled himself face down on the table with the tiny towel across his bum and the girl came back to give him his massage. And oh! It was wonderful. He said he'd never experienced anything like it - stimulating, invigorating and just the sensual side of pain. Unfortunately it all had an effect on his predicament so when she told him to roll over so she could do his front, Andy demurred. When she insisted he managed to indicate the source of his embarrassment.
"Oh don't worry about that, it's perfectly natural" said the pretty Oriental girl, "Do you need some hand relief?"
Andy's mind went "Bing" and he rather enthusiastically replied "Yes please"
"OK" said the masseuse, "Two minutes" as she stepped out the room.
Andy rolled over and divested himself of the towel then tried to strike a casual but sexy pose on the flat table for the girl's return. After a few minutes he had to apply a little more stimulation to ensure his predicament was suitably appealing but a few minutes later the door cracked open and , over the loud pounding of his heartbeat he heard her say..."
"Finished yet?"
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