I smell like a Greek pastry, and all I can think is I want to eat myself. After the therapist lovingly smears it on, she washes it off with powdered milk. After I de-stick, I'm hauled down more flowing white corridors for a Thai Massage. A hunker of a woman with child bearing thumbs turns me into a pretzel. Legs, arms, head, neck are all pulled in different directions.
Some positions are interesting, though.
Your ankles go around her neck and your ass is hoiked into the air like you're having sex with the invisible man. She then did give a great massage and yes, I fell in love with her fingers because they had the strength of Russell Crowe in his skirt.