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I first started getting foot massages about twenty years ago, when it was just becoming popular in my county. Since then, I've gone every few days without fail. Back then, a foot massage cost ten or fifteen yuan, and the technicians were relatively willing to do it but not really want to. Come to think of it, who wants to handle smelly feet, especially since it's tiring? People were much simpler back then. Most foot massage parlors were legitimate, but there were a few that specialized in more elaborate services. What
I want to talk about is my first experience working as a technician. I was under thirty then, and to be honest, while not handsome, I was decent-looking and quite popular with women. I frequented two foot massage parlors, usually with the same technicians. At the parlor, I always chose a young girl from the countryside who was just learning foot massage. How naive and kind-hearted was I back then? This girl wanted to sleep with me at the parlor, but I wouldn't have it. Later, she asked me to take her out a few times, but I only took her to bars. She didn't want to go home, and I had to practically take her back! The boss and I were very familiar with each other and she didn't care what I did there, but I just didn't. At the time, I felt I couldn't take responsibility for her, seeing her as a helpless young girl. Okay, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the other one.
The one who often worked for me was a woman around thirty, about 1.6 meters tall, from the same county, slim, and quite pretty. Because I often went to her, she was very attentive to me. At that time, I was constantly immersed in drinking parties with my friends and wasn't particularly interested in women, so I didn't have any special feelings for her. I often went to her because she was attentive and always extended the time. Her husband was quite fat and seemed to be involved in some kind of crime, but he probably wasn't doing very well. Why else would he let his wife work in this industry? I've run into her a few times on the street, and we always greet each other. Once, she even said to me, "You don't look like much when you wear your bathrobe every day, but I only realized how handsome you are when I see you on the street!" Am I handsome? Haha.
Once, after a bath, I went into the rest area where she was working, and another technician came over to work for me. Because I frequented her place and we were quite familiar, we often joked around, so I didn't refuse and went into her private room with her. I don't remember what happened. When I came out to the lobby, she had finished her work and came to sit by my bed and chatted with me. She asked me what I did with that masseuse, and then told me that the woman was doing a "big job," and asked if she had flirted with me. I asked how we talked, and she put her hand on my crotch, touching my penis through my bathrobe, and said, "Just like that, flirt." I got hard from her touch and said, "Then give me a massage," and got up and went into her private room (each of the masseuses has their own private room). Once inside, this woman lay down on the bed. Although I was a little surprised, I'm not stupid, so I touched her, and she started moaning. I stood next to her and kissed her cheek, and she lay on the bed, hugging me while putting her hand inside my pants and gripping mine. Mine is 16 centimeters long and very hard, but not very thick. I reached into her pants and touched her vulva. It wasn't pubic hairy, and her vulva wasn't large, just two long labia, wet and glistening. I took off my underwear, climbed on top of her, and penetrated her. Her vulva was quite loose, but the wetness felt good. After only a couple of thrusts, she told me to get up, and then she got off the bed, holding onto the mattress, and asked me to fuck her from behind. As we continued, I felt it wasn't quite right, so I spread the blankets on the floor and had her lie down while I fucked her. She clung tightly to me, not daring to scream. Later, she sat on top of me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and fucked me. She was quite skilled; after a few thrusts, she would rub and knead against me, which I found very stimulating. Later, when I was on top of her, she deliberately turned her body away, causing me to slip and ejaculate, so much so that half of it landed on her thighs.
Afterwards, I immediately washed off, but I was still afraid of getting a disease. While resting in the lobby, I didn't lie down but just sat, wondering how I was going to pay her. Then she came over and said, "Aren't you leaving yet? What are you waiting for?" I left and went for a checkup the next day. I was terrified of running into anyone I knew. The results came back the next day, and sure enough, I had chlamydia trachomatis. I was even more afraid of getting AIDS. It took over six months to cure chlamydia trachomatis! During those six months, I lived in constant fear of AIDS, afraid to get checked again, and even more afraid to sleep with my wife. I never went back to that place. But people who knew her said that even though she was there, she didn't do any hard work, so her husband must have given her the disease. And this disease, especially in women, often has no symptoms. They didn't even take my money, so I don't hate her at all, but I never went back to her.

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