Your name is what?

So today was the day.... William and I went to get our "couples massage" and I was super nervous! It was almost like I was driving to the girl doctor for some reason. I think just the thought of being partially naked in front of someone makes me ill no matter who it is. (even my husband at times) So William and I get there and the place was so nice it smelt good the music was nice. We begin by filling out our little paper work, William who has previously had a massage was drawing all over the body picture on the sheet. I was like what the heck are you doing? He just ignores me when he is annoyed with my questions. The lady behind the desk was like, "any preference for male or female?" William was like, "I don't want a mans hands rubbing me down!" I looked at her and smiled and said "my husband would like a female and I don't care either way" She hands us a paper with the massage therapists names on them. William looks at mine and was like "wait that ones mine" as I look at the paper and it says Jennifer, his paper said Reagan. I was like well... Reagan is a girls name so I am pretty sure they are both girls. He was like "give me the Jennifer one". Ok, ok geez, I was thinking seriously they are both girls!
Well lo and behold Reagan was a man. Dangit, I was thinking, I wish I had said I wanted a girl too. To late now! We head back and they ask if we needed to use the restroom. William was like um yeah.... He looks at me and is like "I need those" I was like need what? He look at me with his annoyed face and was like "I need those!" I was getting sightly embarrassed, and was like "William we will get dressed in the room." He was like OH, ok.
I am sure the massage people where like what the heck? I am sure they thought we where like either weird and kinky or my husband had a medical condition that he did not list on the paper. So, we get to our room they show us where to put our clothes and walk out of the room. I reach in my bag and throw Williams BATMAN, underwear at him. This was the "those" item he was referring to at the bathroom stop!
Anyway the massage was going well, I mean I did not enjoy him rubbing my legs at all. Not even relaxing. I was excited as he moved to my back, UNTIL..... my hand was cupping something I did not want to be touching. At first I was thinking naaa its just his upper thigh maybe his arm? I was thinking what the heck should I do? I mean if I pull my hand away quickly he would obviously know that I was assuming it was his...... well, manhood. If I just laid there and did nothing then I felt like I was committing a horrible sin. Then when it happened a second time! I was like ok that is not his upper thigh. Gross... so not only was I already uncomfortable, but then you not once, but twice you have your pelvis area to close to the table. So as he stepped away from the table I pulled my hands in as close to my body as they would go and the experience did not happend again. Thank goodness!
Yes, I told my husband when we got out to the car. He just laughed at me! He was like "see.... that is exactly why I would never have a man rubbing my back" I was thinking yeah well whatever who names their boy Reagan anyway!