So several messages later, encouraging me,here’s the humiliating conclusion.
I had 3-4 massages left there, on a gift certificate. Never went back for a massage. Utterly Humiliated. But I did go back looking for him a few months later.?
He had moved on, but one of the other coworkers was kind enough to give me his number…
I called him for 2 weeks straight. He finally answered, and just told me to meet him at this pretty seedy motel. I agreed. It was a Friday. I had a date. He said, im gonna be at the Texas Inn in 2 hours. First room bottom floor, closest to office.Be there, and if not, I’ll never take a call again. So, I probably cried a bit. Mostly because I already knew what would happen: I canceled the date. He was a sweet guy too but, no matter. I wanted to get fucked. Desperately. I was already a slave to this guy. Just like that. The heart may want what it wants…but my legs were aching to spread for him.