I was invited by a friend to accompany him for a foot massage. I couldn’t sit still all day. It will be heavenly. You sit on a sofa chair and a beautiful girl will approach you, offer you some desert, wash your foot and touch all your intimate parts: below the knee of course 
. I was over the moon, anticipating the one hour of bliss.
To prepare for it, I made sure I washed and scrubbed yours truly’s feet squeaky clean. Honestly, I think if an advertiser looking for actors to advertise Lux or Palmolive soap…saw my feet, I would have been approached. i didn’t want to be embarrassed just in case the beautiful girl says,” Aiya, your feet so dirty!”
5 o’clock came. I played truant from my yoga class. “Sorry dear Yogi. I promise I will make the head-stand one day.” , I thought to myself as I excused myself for not going.
It was the third shop in a row of shop houses. True enough, once you enter the premises, you feel the ambience. Just for once, yours truly is going to be treated like a KING. I checked my feet again to make sure it was clean.
There were two syt’s ( sweet young things ) there. Which one will it be? One was tall, fair in complexion and could pass off as Amber Chia in a dimly lit nightclub. The other one was just too good to be true, with straightened hair and seemed to have just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. In my heart I knew the second one would approach me and my friend the other. I prayed
Then came in the cleaning woman and a middle-aged man…the boss probably. Then the beautiful girls brought a basin for each of us.It was filled with green colored boiling water and asked us to put our feet in. Then they smiled at us.
Oh my God! Honestly, I was so……… I cannot find the words for it to tell you how I felt by what happened next. What do you think the beautiful girls said………. as they smiled so sweetly.
“Bye, we are going for tuition now. Enjoy yourselves.” The girls were the daughters. The man was the boss. The lady ….his wife. They were the masseurs.
Heavenly bliss? It was more like aiyo…aiyo…oh my God..aduh..not so hard..pain…pain .. . I promise I will never go for a foot massage again ! Not in that shop anyway.
Didn’t the masseurs tell which part of yr organ is not in order if you felt pain when massaged? share share abit la..nonit shy shy geh!!
actually they also massage shoulder, head n arms too
other than that….what do you think ? hahaha. She is very strong and weighed more than me I think.
A big surrender for me in foot reflexology.
During the one hour foot massage made me screamed like nobody’s business.