Then when you’re having a (particularly brutal, by the way, but thankfully a bargain at 8 quid) back massage, they whip a boiling hot towel out from what looked like a bread bin, and incorporate it in the massage. I tried to squeak but at this point the therapist was virtually sat on me and i was rendered speechless.
From one towel extreme to the other. Yes, it’s all go here.
2 comments:
you are a funny fish, a naughty sausage and a cheeky monkey ... all things together. Im in germany now and it´s fucking raining all day ... I just remembered why exacrtly I´ve moved to duabi. miss ya ...
Hey Britney - sorry, been so busy. Will reply in more detail later, but tell me. . . . . what beach hotel do you go to and is it any good for kids?
A
Post a Comment