’ It must have been obvious that I was getting sore from all my weight lifting because he suddenly offered, ‘Well, Jennifer, how about a massage?�...� Normally I would have declined, but right then a massage sounded amazing. ‘Sure,’ I said as he helped me up. He then led me over to a door near the back of the building. ‘In here,’ he said as he opened the door to the private sauna. ‘We’re not going to a massage chair?’ I asked. ‘Nope,’ he replied, ‘ the steam will help you relax more.’ So we went. Don't tell me your not turned on". "That's terrible" she says." No wonder your dogs uncontrollable". "Its not his fault somebody brought an in season bitch out I say, for fucks sake look away". "Jesus she says your not going to carry on". "Can't stop now, as you say like owner" I say. The dogs are now locked and the women turns away looking me flapping, "for gods sake" she says, "could do with some help" I say, "what the fuck your joking" she says but can't take her eyes off my cock, I pull. I got a picture of her doing that. Then she had me take one of her standing in front of her desk—still wearing her shiny black shoes and lacey socks, ruffled pink panties half-way down her thighs—and holding up the blotter, glistening with various stains, like an award. And even though the stains became almost invisible when dry she took the blotter when we left When we got back to her room she took a marker and circled the stained areas on the blotter, then thumbtacked it to the inside of her. There was a lot of crap there too, but also some perfectly good items mixed in. I even found some jeans with the tags still on them. I ended up walking out of that rummage sale with a whole box full of stuff for just under twenty dollars and it felt like Christmas morning. However, it was now ten o’clock and I had not heard from Alicia. I went home and started putting my stuff away and dropped the clothing off to Louisa for washing. Then I called my dad and told him that I still had a job. We.