Eventually, Mah showed up and after another another minute, I was invited into the massage room.
He's about 160 cm, 55 kg and slim. His English was nil.
I was left to shower alone while he went off to get the oil, etc. When he came back and started his massage, I noticed that he had his shorts on, and made a mental note to ask him to take them off perhaps 15 - 20 minutes into the session. But I didn't have to. By the time he finished working on my legs and went up to my back - having to sit astride my bum to do it - I noticed that the trousers had come off on their own accord.
So that means Part 2 will be on offer in due course.
Mah's massage was quite good. He knew his strokes and his pressure was evenly applied. The only grouse I have was that he used too much oil, giving rise to an unnecessary degree of slipperiness.
After turning over, and him working on my abdomen, he looked straight into my eyes, and I knew he was asking me whether he should proceed to "it". I nodded. He bent over to lick my nipples, while his hands moved into a chuckwow routine.
Not so soon, buddy. I pulled him up to the massage table so that *I* could work on him, examining and savouring every square inch of his smooth body (He had no body hair at all except some fuzz on the lower shin). He was hard quickly enough, developing to average size.
He (not sextile) then led me astray, into sinful, lustful acts.
After we made a mess of the sheets and ourselves, he took me into the bathroom and washed me with due and enjoyable diligence.
All in all, it was an above-average session, despite the organisational shambles at the start, in the lobby. Certainly the massage was good and Part 2 was at least "satisfactory".
I would go back asking specifically for him. I'm not so sure that others at Agaya might deliver the same standard, seeing how disorganised the captain was - which suggests to me that Mah's plus points are Mah's, not due to any house quality standard instilled by the management.