She was pleasant, smiling, and not at all demonstrating anything but a happy worker attitude.After only a few sentences, Janis realized that my wife w...s inquiring about work. She hit an intercom button, and, in a matter of seconds, the manager came from down the hall. Middle-aged, mustached, slightly overweight, and a cigar smoker, he actually looked the part of a small-business owner. In this case, he was the owner and manager of an unregulated massage parlor of that famously strange time. The men that couldn’t afford a real whore got to fuck me. The madam made me service fifty men a day. She kept the money and gave me some food, let me take a bath, and then I got a few hours sleep before it started all over again the next day.After a few days they all looked alike. They were dirty, they smelled bad, and they all needed a good shave. Their breath was foul and the madam made me suck all of their cocks before and after sex. It was gross and I threw up a few times.Thirty-nine days. Beth didn't even know were to begin, so she decided to do a little more teasing. Once again pouring a little more oil in her hands,she began to massage the top of his inner thigh,but this time she was sliding her hands up, rubbing his fat black balls frequently. Now the black bull was really arching his midsection up, lifting it off the table as, Beth's oily white hands, massage and tickled his jewels. God that feels good' he manage to say despite being tease by the curious soccer mom. Beth. The closest thing I'd had to pornography growing up was a pair of Victoria's Secret catalogs, both featuring the same gorgeous model. A Caucasian woman, mid-twenties, with long, dark brown, curly hair, lightly-tanned skin, and the sexiest pair of eyes I had ever seen -- gray-green, almost silver-green in color, with exotically tilted eyebrows which always reminded me of a bird in the distance. When she looked straight at the camera, her eyes appeared to be examining your soul.I didn't know her.