She’d begged off the family trip that day, pleading a mildly upset tummy. They would not be back until late in the evening as they were having dinne... out somewhere before returning to the hotel. It was true she had the collywobbles, she thought to herself with a smile. This was because she’d booked a very special in-room massage with a man she’d heard about the day before when she’d chatted with a woman of about her age at the pool. The woman had told her she’d found a fabulous massage spa. "They are really very good. I can do great things with them - really push them and transform them. It won't all happen in three weeks of course, but if they keep it up when they go home, they'll be new men and women inside six months. The rest of them are mediocre and I'll adjust their regime accordingly. After all, it is my job to help each and every one of our guests to become fitter and we need to tailor individual classes to meet their needs."Max agreed with these sensible suggestions.There. I'd pulled off my jeans, shirt, and shoes and dumped them all onthe nearest sink. I don't know if it had been intentional or just anerrant piece of clothing triggering the hand sensor on the automatedfaucet while the clothes blocked the drain, but all of it was now soaked,and unwearable.I was trapped. Home was an hour and a half train ride out of the cityand back south to my car, and I had no choice but to do it in clothesthat advertized rather than hid all the assets I was now so ashamed. He alternated between flicking my clit and fingering my pussy for a bit, but must have decided I was sound asleep, because he started pulling my pants down. I even rolled a bit to help him, keeping my eyes closed and being “asleep”. He took my hand and placed it on his dick, holding it in his own and rubbing up and down, jacking himself off using my hand. He then laid on top of me and tried to stick his dick into my pussy. I was 9, and scared, so pretending to be asleep still, I shut my legs.