Or as CC says "How to get rubbed in all the right places".
After all the talk on here about sankies I was beginning to think something was wrong with me since I had never been approached.
We stayed at the Hostal Zapata in Boca Chica on our last night in DR to be close to the airport. We've stayed there several times and always like it. The owners are friendly and helpful. The staff is always very courteous and more important to Alan, they keep him supplied with Presidentes.
Alan was away on business for most of the day and I was relaxing on a lounge chair. The current massage "therapist", David, thinking I was vacationing alone, approached me asking if I ever went to the local discos. I admitted I didn't and he offered to take me, show me how to do the latest dances and keep me smiling all night long.
I declined, telling him I was with my husband. He kept talking, telling me what a shame for such a "beautiful" woman to be by herself. I finally let him talk me into a massage. He had a table set up under the palm trees with all his supplies. He told me several times what a beautiful body I had, that surely I couldn't be 50 years old and what a lucky man my husband was. Oh, he did use a coke bottle for part of the massage. Very different. I dozed a little and later discovered ( or actually Alan discovered ) I had oil in interesting places. Sorry guys, that's all the details on that.
He did come up to Alan several times when he returned wanting to "f**ked him up good".
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Criss... I got robbed, but I also got the reassurance that women want from a sankie ( Alan's words, not mine ). Personally, I don't need anyone but Alan telling me how wonderful I am. (he's gonna kill me for that )
After all the talk on here about sankies I was beginning to think something was wrong with me since I had never been approached.
We stayed at the Hostal Zapata in Boca Chica on our last night in DR to be close to the airport. We've stayed there several times and always like it. The owners are friendly and helpful. The staff is always very courteous and more important to Alan, they keep him supplied with Presidentes.
Alan was away on business for most of the day and I was relaxing on a lounge chair. The current massage "therapist", David, thinking I was vacationing alone, approached me asking if I ever went to the local discos. I admitted I didn't and he offered to take me, show me how to do the latest dances and keep me smiling all night long.
I declined, telling him I was with my husband. He kept talking, telling me what a shame for such a "beautiful" woman to be by herself. I finally let him talk me into a massage. He had a table set up under the palm trees with all his supplies. He told me several times what a beautiful body I had, that surely I couldn't be 50 years old and what a lucky man my husband was. Oh, he did use a coke bottle for part of the massage. Very different. I dozed a little and later discovered ( or actually Alan discovered ) I had oil in interesting places. Sorry guys, that's all the details on that.
He did come up to Alan several times when he returned wanting to "f**ked him up good".
:smoke:
Criss... I got robbed, but I also got the reassurance that women want from a sankie ( Alan's words, not mine ). Personally, I don't need anyone but Alan telling me how wonderful I am. (he's gonna kill me for that )
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So what did he do with the coke bottle?