Master of his craft

Went this morning to a young lady, and that was something. One and a half hours without getting up from the couch. I have never felt such ecstasy. What she gets up her hands - it just does not convey. In her arsenal mirrors, liquid, any vibrating piece, and then the mastery with which she enjoyed all this simply shocking, and not only ... if you know what I mean. From what she maketh me, I threw it into the pot, then the creeps. I'm literally speechless, and all that I was capable of, it's only a staccato moans and grunts.
And when it was over I paid and gratefully left. She worked full money paid. And most importantly - that damned tooth I will not bother.