I've been having the same back problems because of running.  So I agreed to get a massage from this gal who knows her stuff.  She has the body of a dancer, the hands of a construction worker and she's smokin' hot. If her face were cotton candy, you would eat it.

I've never had a full-body massage before and she warned me what she was going to do might hurt.  She shows up at my house with her table and sets up.  I had heard about happy-endings at the end of these things - that means getting a hand job from her when she's done.  At least I was hoping. Then she tells me to get nekked.  Really?  Looking good for the happy ending.  She leaves the room and tells me to get under the sheet face down.  "Ready (dear)." 

She comes back and does a sort of diagnostic massage.  Should I pop wood now?  -Cantrip has great control over his member.  She starts to work.  It hurt like a mutha'.  I'm breathing so fast I'm dizzy.  Then she gets to down to my ass muscles and jokingly asks me if I want a leather bit to bite down on.  Ha-ha. 

Then she puts her hand on my ass and presses deeply.  Ha- ha-AHH.  Sweet mother of God. I wanted to cry.  Even if she wanted to give me a happy ending, I was in too much pain to perform. I did not like her putting her hand on my ass.

And no happy ending.  : (