It was relaxing, sensuous and stimulating; she leaned forwards to lieflat out on my back and I could feel her breasts pushing against my backand her c...ck rubbing up and down my crack. She moved rhythmically up anddown my back and the oil made her slide increasing the eroticism of thescene. Her nipples were hard and I could feel them slipping over my backand her cock was growing and sliding closer to my hole.Her hands slipped up my thighs and into the crack of my bum. I felt herfingers rubbing. She buried her head in the paper sections.Her moaning became louder. Suddenly she withdrew, pushing me on my back, my cock sticking straight up. Newspaper all around me. She mounted me and rode me hard. Her orgasm was intense. I grabbed newspaper sections and pressed them against my face. Tina released me, reached for the front page, wrapped it around my aching cock and jerked. I shot my load all over the front page. She pushed it into my face.”So, what is it with the newspaper? Almost every. She’d booked a massage with the hotel’s own spa. The masseur had made it plain to her before he started that if she had any special requirements he would be happy to oblige her. She did; and she recalled with a warm buzz that he had been very obliging indeed. Twice. Em always liked it twice. However, she reminded herself, that was there and this was here. Such services were generally very difficult to find, especially since no one advertised them. Em went back to the brochure. It said the spa. So he forced himself into action, putting on his underwear and grabbing painkillers and a glass of water first, then putting a very strong pot of coffee on. He headed into the bathroom, took care of business and padded back into the bedroom where he got dressed before wandering into the kitchen.There he downed the first of his cups of coffee and made breakfast. He'd consumed two cups of the strong black coffee by the time he'd finished eating. He poured another cup and walked with a little more.