...I beat my shit with such passion when I think of her that I have a full fledged fantasy of the monthly ritual of sealing her love hole with my man ...lue at her very whim. I hope she reads this one night while she's awake with her cramps and he's sleeping with no regard of her womanly needs:Call me....you do for everything else. I will come there in the middle of the night and meet you down by the mailbox. Situp on that tree stump and dont even wisper a word. Spread those thighs as you lean. I could feel the strength in the grip shehad on my arm and a feeling of hopelessness descended on me. She draggedme down a long corridor and turned into a room. It contained a singlestraight back chair, a table about five feet long and a wall of lockers.There was another doorway on the opposite wall."Strip!" she ordered.I don't know where my courage came from, but I realized that this wouldprobably be my last chance to resist whatever it was that they plannedfor me. I stood straight up and. I want to be treated like a dirty girl.On Monday at work I tried to get some more information from the ladies that told me they had a massage before. None of them would say if they were fucked hard like I was. One younger girl eluded that she really enjoyed the full body part of the massage. I'm assuming her masseuse made her cum. Maybe she was too afraid to tell me if she too got fucked because she didn't want to look easy and the others are also married.Shit I thought to myself I don't know. I just put on some mascara,saving the eyeliner and lipstick till later in the day. I put all mythings in a canvas handbag and skipped down the stairs and out the door.Heidi was a very late sleeper and would probably be still in bed by thetime I returned. Two hot flashes later and I was at Helen's front door. Ihad my fourth hormonal rush of the day while she prepared coffee and Isat in her living room waiting for her. I fished a handkerchief out of mybag and patted my forehead dry and Helen set.