“Its OK, I will be alright in a few minutes” he said, but he kept on moaning and groaning while still lying with his hands between his legs.
The lady felt terrible and insisted to help him, by explaining “I am a physiotherapist”. So he agreed to accept her help and slowly she took his hands away, opened his fly and gave him a very soft and “lekker” massage and asks him after a while, “how are you feeling” he answered “I feel much better thank you but I think my thumb is broken…
