He loved the way Mrs. Heinemann grunted each time he hit bottom on her cervix. She reminded him of his sister Francine's girlfriend Veronica who had s...ayed at their house for his sister's sweet sixteen party last July. Veronica was seventeen now and going to nursing school over at Saint Vincent's. The thing he could never forget about Veronica was how she grunted like a stuck pig each time she had to take 16 spanks on her ass from each of the girls. He literally shot a load in his pants just. I'm straight as an arrow but the thought of this masseuse finger fucking my ass made me incredibly horny. I read some forum posts about others experiences and found a place nearby where others had good times with prostate massage and decided to go check it out. I called ahead and asked if Sunny (recommended by the forum) was working. I was told she was and I set an appointment for an hour later. I showered up and shaved making sure everything was super clean and smooth where I wanted her to. In the middle of the night when Marc was sleeping, I went to the living room to have a look on this paper. It was a map of the city with an itinerary and some drop points which ended at the police station… I did not understand what was going on. Just next to our washing machine, it was this big sport bag. I did not want to open it but I have to, in case Marc is in trouble. I slowly opened it, and discovered some smaller bags inside, filled with different stuff… I did not want to put the light. Her light skin had taken on a light sheen in the summer heat, and she was pleasantly flushed. She was a real blonde that was for sure, her eyebrows were as sandy blond as her hair. Her lips proved a nice contrast to her pale skin and her eyes. I couldn’t quite tell what color they had been at that moment. I hoped for better look, but chances were nil. In the lobby, we both walked towards the elevator, then both waited for the elevator, got in and I asked her for her floor. ’14th, please.’ Again.