Being a bus tour guide is a job that gives a sense of purpose, but it's far more demanding than one might imagine. Constantly having to smile, standing in the bus while giving sightseeing commentary, then rushing around upon arrival at destinations—your legs swell up and your entire body aches intensely. Physically and mentally drained, all you crave is relief. Even when my boyfriend kept saying, "I want to see you, I want to see you," it was obvious he only wanted sex and didn't care about me at all. Eventually, he even told me, "If you want to see me more, just quit being a bus guide." One day, after arriving at a hotel during an overnight tour, my body was so exhausted I decided to call for an in-room massage. The therapist who arrived was a man—and not just any man, but a middle-aged guy. Not a woman at all. Though it was supposed to be just a regular massage, I found myself strangely aware of it, my body twitching and reacting unusually, which was embarrassing. Maybe because I'd been keeping some distance from my sex-obsessed boyfriend, I was so pent-up that I got wetter than I could believe. And the highly skilled massage man noticed. Knowing I wouldn't resist, he first went for my breasts, then persistently targeted my most sensitive spots. No, not there... because I'm already so wet. His erotic fingertips slipped inside me—just the right amount of tension. No, don't go further... I'm cummingggggg!! It was incredible... beyond words, absolutely amazing. All my fatigue vanished, and the lingering afterglow was irresistible. After that, I started turning down my boyfriend's advances and, whenever I had time, I kept calling for in-room massages, craving even dirtier, more lewd services than before...