I have never been one who wanted someone strange to touch our body.
My body is mine and no one should be able to touch it, as far as I’m concerned, but myself and our wife. I can’t figure out how our sister was able to quickly talk myself and others into going to a massage with her. She had gotten a sizable gift certificate for two to the local massage parlor. They were a high end salon that actually had nothing but excellent reviews from some pretty swanky customers, despite the ongoing fact that I was still unsure about going. Not only did I allow our sister into talking myself and others into going with her for a body massage, however there was also the fact that I allowed her to talk myself and others into getting a real deep tissue body massage. She said that I would be sore for a morning or two, but our body would easily thank myself and others for the experience. I was enjoying myself as one woman laid on the massage bed and the woman was running her hands over the massage oil. She was so relaxed that she soon nodded off. The music was soft and soothing in the room and I was hoping I could relax like the other woman. When it came time for our dear sister and I to get our body massage, I was being hopeful. I was sure I was finally going to be able to relax and care about the experience. I unquestionably wasn’t thinking about it too much when the woman came in and the first thing she did was press far into our shoulder with her elbow. I squealed at the sudden pain. I told her that she had better quickly change the order to a shallow body massage, or she was on her own.