She asked me where I found this word with some serious face and voice and I replied on the net as an advertisement on seeing her face. I asked her why... she is asked that and she said me the meaning and left the place. After 5 minutes I realized that she was hurt by the meaning which I have asked her. I went for her and apologized her and said I dont know the meaning and didnt mean it. She said her to leave her alone. Next morning she said good bye and left for office. I felt bad for myself for. The chilled air in the room and all the sexual tension had my nipples bigger than I'd ever seen them, I wanted this young man more than I've ever wanted any man before. Ever. "Ready to show me yours, Greg?" I could see him turn red again as he stood up and pulled his trunks down and stood there. His erection was standing straight out. His cock wasn't real big, more like average; well, that's fine, I thought, and it seemed pretty long and was lighter in color than most I'd seen, more of a. I was permanently at his beck and call and sex was for him just a means to an end: an act totally devoid of any emotional content. And so one day I just quit and found myself this job as a full-time employee of this spa. So here, with my special gift for giving the clients a taste of something new in the anal sex stakes, I have become more or less a key employee with the job of making special visitors like you welcome." And let's face it; guys come here to fuck and relax in the more or less. Popeye, then the good doctor requests, hey, lets play, HIDE THE SALAMI, I said to myself, I heard of this game but I don’t remember playing it, so Doc tells me, its a game that will test your ability to show your asshole strength, we will cover your eyes and you will be naked and bend over on this bed then we will hide this rubber stick called salami in you deep to see how long you can hold it in you, the more you can hold it the more blow pops you get, I said to Doc, but I don’t.