On such occasions it is better if I am just abused.I was almost dozing off when the sound of the door startled me into alertness. Had I heard the doo...? I strained to listen. Yes, he was definitely in the room. I heard him moving about, heard the creak of floorboards and the chink of metal, and then felt his weight on the bed. He ran a hand over my hooded head, down my shoulder, then traced the inside edge of one of the straps around my torso. He leaned in close, and I felt his shirt. I need to wash my hair tomorrow. Softly I pad into my bedroom and undress, peeling off my clothes and underwear before pulling my too small nightie over my head and climbing into bed. I’m not tired just yet.My mind is racing with meaningless thoughts and to shut them up I slowly slide my hand down under my duvet. I rest my hand on my leg, allowing it to warm up after flinching from the coldness at first. I daydream, thinking about the love of my life again, a man careful enough to understand. Her pretty face was framed by long curly red hair that cascades down her back. The look on her face leaves little question what she wants.Her prey at the moment is Elizabeth Banks. A 26 year old teacher. She is a few inches shorter and more athletic than curvy. Her brown hair barely reaches her shoulders. Dressed in a simple long skirt and top her face pales a little."Sam. I don't have time. I have to get these..." she starts only to trail off as Sam raises a finger and wags it."Don't care. So. I've been doing this for over a year now - always at a respectable establishment, always handled in a completely professional manner. I've had masseuses and masseurs - I'm not terribly picky. I swim a lot and sometimes can really use a deep tissue massage to get all the knots out. I've been asking specifically for male massage ther****ts lately because they tend to be able to give me more of what I need. No - that was NOT meant to be dirty.I had an appointment about six weeks ago with a.