Sports massage
My sports massage Arriving with a feeling of anticipation, and a little apprehension, I hesitate briefly before knocking. Opening the door, you greet me with a warm, friendly smile and invite me in. You’re wearing a close fitting masseur’s tunic, which zips up at the front and reaches down to just below your hips, but intriguingly, as far as I can tell, not much else. “Hi, you’re here for a massage right?” you ask. “Yes”...