You wasted your question boi.” It was about 3 o’clock on a Thursday afternoon, and everybody was winding down at work. Well, occasionally I’d massage their breasts through their flimsy t-shirts and would hold onto their asses as I climaxed, but nothing more. It didn’t look as if they had a full staff, and why would they in the middle of the afternoon. Just a sec.” I finished taking off my clothes and lay down on my stomach on the gurney. “It’s just too busy and I can’t get away from the front and none of the other girls are busy. “There is one option, but you might not like it.” “What is it? He’s not making much money except with some of the odd women who walk in here, and I mean odd.” I sighed.
Another long day inside a gray glass and steel skyscraper. Yes, the parlor would be a good way to kill some time before my train came. “Be with you in a minute,” she said, pointing to the chairs and magazines. After a few minutes Stacey waived me down the hallway and followed me into a waiting massage room. I loved the feeling of my naked body on the soft cotton sheets, and looking down through the hole in the table, as I had so often before. I’d never been with a guy or had really been interested. “Maybe he could massage me and then I’ll take care of it myself,” I said.
I decided not to think about it and go for the ride, after all they were in a different country and they could not save the webcam broadcast , so there was no way of identifying me. “Now boi, you will get a pair of women’s underwear on and then you will be able to ask me one question as your reward.” I’d never worn it before, but my mindset had became one of compliance now, so I went to my bedroom to retrieve a pair of ex’s panties that she had left behind once.
Diverting my attention from the driver’s face, I noticed they had a number of postings on the car windows with the fares.
Not that the East Texan twang was a bad thing, but I always was worried I’d say something wrong and some red-neck would be ready to string me up for being a radical.
Still looking at the driver he wasn’t what I’d call good looking, but I am sure some women might admire his rugged features.
The fare here says you charge twenty dollars for an hour, what do you charge for half and hour?
” “Well, we really don’t have a rate outlined for that, but if you want to stop and have me wait I’d only charge you twelve dollars.” “Twelve isn’t bad,” I said. ” The wonderful thing about the internet is that it gives you an anonymous freedom to explore.