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The S*x Trap – a dodgy ploy for a brazen free shag

I’d just finished my workout and was on my way to the car. That’s when the bloke from the gym came up to me – he’d been watching me the whole time. He asked me if I was really tense, as I’d been doing so many stretching exercises. He was right, actually, because I was absolutely knackered and having problems. He said he could help me, as he’s a qualified massage therapist, does sport himself and knows what matters. He gave me his card in case I wanted to make use of his services. Actually, it suited me down to the ground, as I’d been meaning to go for a massage anyway, so I booked him to come to my home. He turned up with a massage table and made a very professional impression. He got straight to work; his massage was really good and he hit all the right spots. I wasn’t thinking anything of it at first, but then something happened that was no longer professional and really shocked me.