If there was ever a kill joy in the AMP business, it is the impatient mamasan. I am out for a drink and then for a visit to one of my standard AMPS in DE for a Friday night. Since it is Friday night, I tend to skip the high volume places with the hot beautiful women who are getting traded out like a sheep in a hick town barn to a bunch of horny high school boys and opt for the slower less frequented places with the older providers. There is usually no interruption or rush and the sessions tend to be more enjoyable for me. Friday night I walk in and a familiar face answers the door, but she seems to be in a more joyvial mode than usual. We are off to a good start here. I get into the room and she gives me a really good massage(forget how good she is because I usually massage her). Once the massage is done, I tell her to lay down and proceed with giving her a solid massage until she is in a nice relaxed state. This is the most relaxed I have seen this woman and it is great too see her enjoying the experience. I move to the next level and start to experience just a bit of pleasure for myself. This please is getting better and better by the minute and until I am about to explode when the dreaded Mamasan starts banging and screaming on the door like a mother who knows her daughters virginity is being lost. WTF, I go from the slow wonderful climb all the way to a top of a mountain to the decent from hell. As much as I want want a wonderful ending, and as much as this provider works for me to have a wonderful ending. I just cannot do it. she continues for 10 more minutes while the mamasan continues for ten more minutes before I say enough. She is all worried I am going to be miserable, angry and upset, but I assure her I am not. Once she is comfortable that I not upset, she starts to laugh and say I have massage and happy ending but you don't. I write this early saturday morning while a hard on rages in my pants. I will have to go back to start where we left off last night.
