Yesterday, I had an amazing massage at a place in NYC called Osaka, where they walk on your back with the aid of ropes strung up to the ceiling (and no, happy endings are not part of their service).
But...my boobs are really big. It's always been a problem in a massage for me to relax the tension in my shoulders and back because it's impossible to lie flat. As the therapist was squashing my tits into the massage table, I thought at the very least I should be grateful that they're real, because they'd probably burst if they weren't.
Why don't they make massage tables with boob cubbyholes in them for top-heavier gals like me?


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