As a high class brothel, simply offering their bodies was just plain and unimpressive. Even a low and middle class brothel offered that.
So what made the high class so special?
It was these small actions and touches that tugged at one's heart was what made it high class.
Literally, as the name suggests, the actions and gestures drilled into the bodies of these girls were classy and elegant enough for the money spent.
That said, this was just the beginning. While the blonde was working on his upper body, the redhead crouching next to the porcelain basin, took one of his feet into her lap, her hands warm and slick with scented oils.
She gently removed his shoe and sock, her fingers working into the muscles of his sole. When she shifted, her legs spread wider, allowing him to get a better angle of her beautiful pussy.
The pink lips, glistening with her own excitement, were slightly parted, exposed by her position. He could see the delicate, swollen bud of her clit.
