I told him to finger my ass.He put on a rubber glove and fingered me, oiled it, felt great.After massaging the entire back..The best masseur I ever ha....After few weeks,I was itching for a body massage.I had stopped going to massage parlours completely as it wasn’t safe .Its costly and I don’t get what I want.So I called my masseur anil again during Saturday daytime.He comes only at daytime. My room was empty .This time I had planned to have sex with him as well as get a massage.He came.Told me. He poured , remained standing, his groin only a foot from me. Through the light,tan fabric I could actually see the cock head in his shorts. He told me about the renovations, made small talk and admitted Capt. Andy told him of the late nite encounter. Those guys are kinda infamous here, he smiled to me. Not letting on, I took a long swig of my beer just admiring the view of his shorts. Hey, follow me, wanna show you the newest upgrade. With my glass I followed him around back to a spot shielded. But I am resolved to never let this happen again". Well, I suppose you can guess what the next entry for 5th April consists of. It describes her at first resisting his telephone call for her to meet him. Then her running - yes running - to meet him in case he was no longer at their meeting place. It describes the first touch of his cock. Her first experience of a man's fingers going down the front of her knickers, and of her masturbating herself when she got back home after eventually. ” I grabbed my bag and walked off the plane unencumbered by the earlier hoard. I walked off the plane with a confident stride, at least in my own mind. She would be waiting in baggage claim if anywhere…I’m not sure if I slowed down or sped up. I’m sure I followed the signs but felt like I was on autopilot. My eyes caught her as I walked through the last little passage. My heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t caught me yet so I was able to take it all in. She was standing there waiting…unravaged.