It was a day that would last more than four hours.
It was a hot day, which meant the temperature was high enough to produce steam that could be felt by those in the massage spa.
But the steam wasn’t going to be coming from the steam-sucking apparatus at the centre of the room.
The steam was coming from a large machine that was mounted on the wall at the entrance of the spa.
It was called a steam-roller, and it was a real one.
This was the steam room.
The steam room was a space of silence and tranquility that I knew I would find myself in again and again.
I had never been in one of these steam rooms before.
They were the very first thing I saw when I got to the spa in Toulouse.
“You must go in there with me,” said my hostess, René.
And I did.
She said that there were about 50 women in the room, most of them older than me, and she had arranged for a couple of couples to come and meet me.
René had been the head of the masseur’s department for about 30 years and had been running this spa for the past 20 years.
He’d had a number of different clients.
One was an old man, who had been a student at a university for years.
He came with a beautiful young girl.
Another client was a very handsome man from a well-known family.
Finally, there was a man who had just arrived from the States and was a married father of two, with a very lovely young wife.
As the steamroom was empty, I sat on the floor of the steam rooms and watched them pass by.
For those of you who don’t know, a steam room is a room with no furniture.
It’s usually just a large open space with a couple hundred people in it.
When you first see a steamroom, you think it’s a sort of fancy, fancy, fanciful room, with huge doors and fancy decorations, and then you see it and you think: wow!
I walked in and I felt completely alone in this very small room.
It felt so strange.
Suddenly, Renée started talking to me.
She said: I can’t believe you are here, Renee.
Her tone was serious and she was very clear.
Then she introduced me to my first client.
(I can’t tell you how it feels to be in a steam rooms for the first time, but I can tell you that I didn’t feel nervous at all and I didn) “I’m very interested in your body, Ren.
Do you like your skin, Ren?”
I thought about that for a minute.
Then René said: “Yes, I love it.”
Renée was very patient.
Later that day, I came in to see René again and we spent an hour or so together, touching each other and kissing each other.
After that, we went out for lunch and I went to the steam bedroom, which was still empty, and we sat on René’s lap.
We had a very intimate moment.
I could feel the heat coming off of his body, and I could see his muscles stretching and stretching.
Before he got out of bed, he asked me if I wanted to go on a massage.
Yes, Rene said.
So we did, and René took me into his steam room, where there were no furniture or tables.
There were no curtains, no walls, no furniture to show me where to sit, and the only thing that really seemed to attract him was his feet.
At that moment, I felt like I was in the middle of an erotic scene.
His feet, my feet, were my whole world.
During our massage, I thought about René, and as I began to massage his feet, I began wondering about my own body.
Did I like the way my feet felt, and how I could make them feel better?
Renee told me that his feet were really sensitive, so he had to do what he always did.
He was always in the steam chamber, and he’d hold his hands on the sides of his legs to keep them from touching the steam floor.
In this steam room he was not allowed to touch his own feet.
I was mesmerised by the sensations René was creating on my feet.
The smell of the water in the bath changed as the steam moved through the steam bath.
By the end of the massage, Renè had rubbed me so hard that I was practically crying.
Soon afterwards, Reneme came in and we had a bath together.
That night, I had a really nice night’s sleep.
My husband and I would spend the