We’ll call him MrUSA. He was an overnight booking 2.5 years ago, back in the old days when I charged $800 for 12 hours. He stood out firstly because we’d hit it off, I had a great night. Secondly he over-paid me by $700. I had time to kill that morning waiting for the boat to Waiheke Is and decided to shout myself a small gift. I bought a ring, about $70, which Ive worn on my left hand index finger to this day.

We’ve stayed in touch but last night we met (finally) for the second time. A 6 hrs date which became over 8 at his hotel. We’d intended to spend part of the evening watching a movie but Gent had another option for me, a Chinese massage from one of our Auckland agencies. Lets see…movie…massage…movie…massage?? Candy arrived a little after 9:00 . The one hour she’d been booked for became two. Sally was in heaven. A cute Chinese lady massaging her every square millimetre amid commenting on Sally’s various “beautiful” body parts, hot bloke stroking and teasing her, candles, music and orgasm at the fingers of one delightful Candy. Lovely!

Candy had asked my Gents permission to massage my breasts, by the time she got to my clit she knew anything went and all welcome. Sally, do Chinese massage again…often.

MrUSA had read that Im keen to know how it feels to be the client. Candy’s English didnt extend much past “massage", “beautiful” and “boss", the latter had dropped her off and called a few times. Talk limitatons made things a little difficult but was a great experience.

Thank you MrUSA x.
I’ll never forget last night.