... my phones buzzing. A text from you telling me to come in and you're on the bed ready for your rub down. I open and step inside. I walk through you... place and see you laying face down, naked on your bed. With some oil laying next to you. I dab a little on my hands and begin rubbing your legs, starting at your calves I kneed your left leg, pulling and pushing your muscles with hands. Working my way up to the back of your thigh, I give your ass a nice slap as I massage your butt a little, my. Guys didn't wear all those unmentionables.Entering the Junior's section was a surprise."If Aunt Betsy wanted to humiliate me, she's done a fantastic job of italready. So why here? I don't know if I can take much more," I thought.The Junior's department was over two hours of pure hell. Aunt Betsy hadme trying on what seemed like a thousand different dresses, skirts,shorts and blouses. The only redeeming factor was that there were only afew customers to see my humiliation."Here darling, go. But the perp was no longer in charge.In fact, he was being held by the throat by the groom, who looked veryready to keep squeezing...."Put him down, please," I said,He looked back at me, and I could see both the rage in his eyes and theshakiness in his voice as he said, "You have any idea what's he's done tome, to us? What he made us do?" I can make a few guesses. But he will be punished, I promise you." Why shouldn't I just take care of that, right now?" Because of what it would do to you.. .Jack has like a drooling ten-year-old with an annoying habit of wanting to touch everything he laid eyes on.Copping the odd feel here and there would nine out of ten times earn him a black eye but he had always proved to be harmless which was why no one ever complained about him and Joyce was sure that Jenny from the third floor loved it.Office life was indeed nothing to pride one's self on but neither was it a complete soul-sucking experience as portrayed in films. It was the repetition that.