Being a bus guide is rewarding, but it's also harder than you'd imagine. You can't let your smile fade, have to stand in the bus and point out sights from the window, and once you arrive at the destination, there are all sorts of checks to do, running around... Your feet are swollen, and your whole body is creaking… I'm exhausted both physically and mentally and seeking comfort, but privately my boyfriend says he wants to see me, but in the end, all he wants is sex. He doesn't even care about me. In fact, he even said that if he wanted to see me more, I should quit being a bus guide… After arriving at the hotel on an overnight bus tour, I was so exhausted that I asked for an outcall massage. Who showed up?...a guy, and not just any guy, but a pretty old dude—not a woman… Even though it was just a massage, I ended up being overly conscious and my body reacted strangely by twitching, which was embarrassing. Because of the boyfriend who only thinks about sex and because I had distanced myself from him a bit, I was unbelievably wet due to sexual frustration... And the skilled massage old man who had been found out knew I couldn't resist, first attacking my breasts, then relentlessly going after my sensitive spots. No… not there… because it's all wet and slippery, the erotic fingertips entering inside me just right with that tense feeling… No more… ahhhh!!! It was amazing… I lost my vocabulary to the point that I was just incredibly tired, and even that fatigue blew away. The afterglow of that pleasure is unbearable. From then on, I started turning down my boyfriend's invitations and calling for outcall massages whenever time allowed, seeking services even more perverted than before…
