..Then I heard him say lets carry the fag up the trail to the Mexicans and let them have our sloppy seconds......they carried me through the woods and...we came upon the 2nd overpass where instead of all black guys it was all Mexican guys...they walked up and threw me down on a mattress and said have fun amigos, he is a good little whore. Our present...It was like being a piece of raw meat thrown into a lions den. before I could even move they were swarming over me. They lined up and chain. " he looked at me proudly. "How long have you had that thing in there? Since this afternoon?" He said, answering his own question. I looked at his reflection and nodded, smiling mischievously."As soon as I texted you, telling you how horny I was and getting your answer," I replied matter of factly. He nodded knowingly as I continued. "Knowing you felt just as horny as I did and how much you like fucking this," and I wiggled my posterior again, "I couldn't help myself." And you just happened to. " Can you help me?" Of course. How do you want to do it?" I was going to shave." You'll end up shaving every few days." I know." Want to do it just once between now and the wedding?" Maybe." I have a really good girl that waxes my legs." Doesn't that hurt?" Yes. But it's worth it. I only have to do my legs every four to sixweeks."I looked at Sara, she smiled at me and said, "You'd be braver then I am." I could call her and see if she could work you in tomorrow." I'll go with you."I sat there. She said that a friend was allowing her to use her spa while she was out of town. I responded and we set up a day for the massage. So that night after work as I pulled up I noticed Out in front of the spa there hangs a simple sign and all it says is ‘Massage’. When I drove up that evening, I saw the light on that says ‘open’ but I didn't see any cars close to the building, and the ones that I did see were parked out in back. Being of curious nature that I am, my mind got to wondering about.