Instead of the regular concentration on my neck, shoulder, back and limps, I was massaged well into my belly!
Xxxxx, who was there with me mooted the idea of having her stomach massaged since her legs were sore.
Her bloated tummy was full of flatulence and I could see she was trying hard to suppress releasing gas as the masseur pressed her belly!
An encouragement from me to let all out, to fart sounds crude, ya? if she had to, sent her burping and belching through the session!
What I would have frowned upon under normal circumstances, was a sense of relief I felt for her with each belch she released!
