Being a bus tour guide is so fulfilling, but this job is insanely hardcore! Gotta keep a sweet smile, pace around the bus explaining scenery, rush everywhere at sites to handle stuff, legs swollen like pig trotters, body stiff as fuck... mind and soul on the brink, craving gentle healing. Boyfriend nags daily to meet, but he's just horny for my body, doesn't care about me, even tells me to quit for more fucks, pisses me off! On an overnight bus tour, hit the hotel exhausted, call for in-room massage. Shock: it's a daddy! Not a chick... Normal massage but I'm weirdly super sensitive, shaking nonstop, mortified. Cold war with my fuck-only BF, my sex-starved body soaks instantly... he notices! Massage daddy sees I can't hold, kneads my soft jugs, dives to hot spots, fingers relentlessly, not there... already drenched, humiliating! His slick fingers plunge in, that taut ecstasy... no deeper... aaah!! Squirting climax!! Insane... brain blank, bliss overload, fatigue gone, ripples of pleasure endless, hooked bad. Now I ditch BF invites, crave door-to-door massages, demanding sluttier services, totally addicted...