The weekend before the wedding. My best friend from school days invited me to a hot spring trip for two days and one night as a wedding gift. As I work for a travel agency, I have a wonderful inn and delicious food. She even booked me a massage for the evening. My best friend who fell asleep soon after the operation began. I'm not used to receiving this kind of service, so I was puzzled by the manipulative therapist who reached out to the risque places, but I had reached the climax.
