It had started the night before. I had a terrible pain in my back - my shoulder and hip were on fire. So when Julio called just before 6 pm, ready to come over, I said, "Nothing is possible today. I feel really bad, mucho dolor. Sorry!"
"Ay, lo siento. You like I will make masaje for you?"
"A massage? Ummm - well - ok."
"You can be on you bed upstairs? I make masaje for you. You will be ok, I fix you problem."
He was behind me as I crawled up the stairs on all fours. I was so sore, I could barely stand! Still, he couldn't resist putting his palms on the cheeks of my ass and squeezing.
"Hey - NO!"
He chuckled softly and said, "You are ok, I make better for you!"
He took off all my clothes and I very laboriously got into place on a large towel. He took his clothes off as well, and while I was whining and grunting in pain, he got the oil, rubbing his hands together. He smiled. "Ahh, mi pobre be'be', I love you..."
I was grateful that he seemed to be all eager to give me a massage. I tried to relax, as he straddled my butt and began. But oh! Suddenly it felt like a mac truck on my body! He was pounding me, squeezing so hard, leaning fully into me with all his weight, both hands pressing and kneading fiercely all over my back - oh God! I was yelling,
"Oh - nooo, I can't take this - oh, God! Stop - oh please - it hurts so much! STOP!"
But he did not. No, not for a second. Trapped under him, his strong thighs holding me, I was in pure agony, since he just ignored my cries and kept working on my back so hard! After several minutes, he did leave off and I collapsed, in total misery. He lay down next to me, one arm behind his neck.
"That did no good at all - I hurt even more now!" I wailed.