Then he needed a little encouragement, as I placed my jacket over my lap, covering his hand, our eyes meeting, before his hand found the jackpot, my w...t pussy, another benefit of not wearing panties (Going Commando, a Brave Girl).This bravado and desire for sex meant it was on tap, so to speak, and every time the opportunity arose, my mind and body said yes, emphatically, today I would have to attend a clinic for sexual addiction, because I am in effect a sex addict, and who my lovers are, are. I mean, the ritual is just one cup before the massage. If you want, I’ll give you a sachet, later on, to enjoy it at home.I climbed the bed and lied on my stomach burying my face on the cotton pad that had a hollow opening. The masseuse started moving his fingers over my back and I must say that it felt quite pleasurable.He spoke to me in a soothing voice about relaxing my mind as I felt the body getting loose. That alone was so calm, that I almost dozed off for a few seconds.Then, I heard him. And within 30 seconds, he pulled away and said, “Now it’s time to meet my friend.”We walked through another set of doors and inside, we came into an empty storeroom. It was slightly dark, very unlike the rest of the airport with shelves of boxes and a few plastic chairs. The Latino guy whose photo I had seen was sitting in the corner, slowly masturbating, while my Duty-Free friend had gone to grab me.“Hey, I am Victor, from Mexico,” he said, not getting out of his chair. I walked towards him. Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her face close to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said, “Ah, very good! You're beginning to smell just like you should!” She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran home with the outside air hitting my wet face which cooled it quickly, much like an air conditioner. It smelled … I guess … sewerish, in a way. Yet, somehow was turned on by it. As my senses returned, I remember my head crying out that I.