I open the hotel room door, and beckon the hotel staff inside, they set up 2 massage tables next to eachother in our suite, the head of each table facing towards the bed, the feet pointing towards the balcony and the ocean view. They dim the lights, light some candles and incense, and open and pour the champagne for us. As they leave again, they inform us the masseuses will be along in a minute.
Sure enough, there’s another knock at the door, and as I open it, I’m taken aback by the masseuses appearance. First comes a drop dead gorgeous, young Caribbean lady, who introduces herself as Bianca, she’s about 5’7, light skinned, has large tits and a thick ass but a tiny waist, her uniform of a white polo shirt and skin tight navy trousers hugging her perfect hourglass figure, her dazzling white smile between thick dark lips, her large brown eyes accentuated by heavy eyeliner and fake lashes, with bright turquoise eyeshadow that compliments the turquoise and silver beads in her long black braided hair.