Then I would stand at the top of the escalator with my miniskirt on and when I saw a boy or a man coming up, I would bend over to pick up a penny I ju...st happened to see under my foot.”“Did any of them ever talk to you?”“I saw one man there a lot. He would whisper and tell me I was so naughty. We never talked though. When he would tell me I was naughty, I just wanted to be even naughtier. I couldn’t get enough.”“Was it a boy or a man who touched you next?”“It was a boy. I was fourteen and I. ”When we first checked in to the resort the concierge told us, “If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask.”My man and I do have special requirements, very special requirements. However we didn’t want to embarrass ourselves by asking early on our stay.After a few days we soon felt comfortable asking for whatever pleasure we wanted without any embarrassment.So when the the receptionist asked, “A male and female, two females or two male masseurs?”“Two males please,” Lucas and I. I lay in the warm scented water of my bath, my fingers lightly soaping my young skin, smoothing soap over my tummy, my breasts and in my most intimate area, tingling to the feel of my own touch.I stopped. I must not do this. "Ohhh husband that you neglect me and leave me like this" I thought. Angry with myself for almost losing control of my feelings, I stood, stepped out of my bath and reached for my towel, taking care not to rub too sensually on those three places where I tingled with need.It. Why are you sending some random man your address, and why is he flying you back out to Philadelphia?” “That is none of your business Mikayla. Now give me my phone back.” I try to stand my ground, but Mikayla is extremely persistent, as always. “OK, his name is Drake. I met him while I was in Philadelphia. It’s kind of a long story. Can I have my phone back now?” Mikayla and I leave the mall, trying to find a distraction. We grab some lunch at a local restaurant called the Friendly Toast. It’s a.