There I was, picture it, 10 o’ clock on a Thursday morning. I was getting ready for my “usual service” and I just knew I couldn’t be late. I didn’t want to keep her waiting. She was always so good me to and knew just how I liked it. I was determined to go.
So I rushed into the car with my steaming hot coffee and made a mad dash downtown. Sweating profusely and fighting my urges left and right I mentally held myself down to get through that Atlanta traffic as I was itching to get through it. It’s been a long time you see and I really needed it done, and I only wanted it from her.
Finally I made it, she greeted me with a warm smile and told me to get undressed, I said just the usual right? And she gave me a wink and smirk and knew exactly what I wanted. And I wanted it bad, I was even prepared to tip if she finished just right, only I knew what was right for me. But little did I know what was to come.
Sometimes it happens so quick. But it wasn’t my fault, I was told it was needed. She laid me down, ran hot water, and gave me some nice soothing things to calm me. I thought it be easy and she assured me she would be gentle, but I wasn’t caring, I wanted it rough. Little did I know, I was about to be taken advantage of.
With a flick of her wrist she grasped me firmly and told me it would be ok. I saw the gleam in her eyes and it made me quiver just a little bit. But I sat back and listened as she began to go down on me. It was at this moment I became a victim to…. The cheese grater!!!
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