Why Ethel Changed Motels
Last week Ethel checked into a motel on her 70th birthday and she was a bit lonely. She thought, “I’ll call one of those men you see advertised in phone-books for escorts and sensual massages.”
She looked through the phone-book, found a full-page ad for a guy calling himself Tender Terry - a very handsome man, with assorted physical skills flexing in the photo. He had all the right muscles in all the right places, thick wavy hair, long powerful legs, dazzling smile, six-pack abs, and she felt quite certain she could bounce a sixpence off his well-oiled butt. . . . . She figured, “What the heck, no-one will ever know! I’ll give him a call.”
“Good evening Ma’am, how may I help you?”
Oh my! He sounded sooooo sexy! Afraid she would lose her nerve if she hesitated, she rushed right in.
“Hi. I hear you give a great massage. I’d like you to come to my hotel room and give me one. No, wait. I should be straight with you. I’m in town all alone, and all I want is sex. I want it hot, and I want it now. Bring toys. Rubber, leather, whips, everything you’ve got in your bag of tricks. We’ll go hot and heavy all night. Tie me up, cover me in chocolate syrup and whipped cream, anything and everything. I’m ready! Now, how does that sound?”
He said,
“That sounds absolutely fantastic. But you need to press 9 for an outside line.”
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