Best man ever!

As I said the other day, getting started back to school is very tiring. That’s not really a complaint, just a fact. I have no doubt I’ll be back used to it soon, but at my age it does take the body a little while to adjust from sleeping late, napping regularly, and lounging by the pool to wrangling 145 students. Yes, I said 145 – six classes for social studies and one advisory group. I cannot learn that many names and my seating chart has become my constant companion. Now out of all these kids I have only spotted three real discipline problems. That’s a tiny percent, unfortunately, they are all in the same class – the final period of the day. Oh well, it wouldn’t seem like a real school year without them.

Now back to this best man ever. After sleeping late Saturday morning, I was doing a little writing when around eleven that morning I got a text from Nick which read:

FYI, our staff masseur, Sir Handsalot, has a 2:00 opening.  Please respond if interested.

I text back to book me! At 2:03 I passed through the living room and was told I was a bit late, but to go on back to the second door on the left and the masseur would be there soon. A towel and my short silk robe was on the bed and I quickly changed. Soon enough Sir Handsalot joined me and begin a wonderful massage beginning at my toes and working his way up. There was a short spanking I assume for my tardiness, though I was told it was to help my circulation.

When he finished with my back I got to turn over and he began working on my front.  This guy was good! All the places he might have felt he couldn’t do justice to with just his hands, he used his tongue. He is some masseur! As he finished the massage, he brought out the vibrator and had me play with that for a while with great success. Once I could speak words again I asked if he didn’t want to get undressed and join me. He said no, that as a professional he wasn’t allowed to have that kind of contact with his clients. Then he whispered that I’d had a long week and that this had been just for me.

Didn’t I tell you he was the best? An never fear, one day in the near future I will return the favor.