He pushed the button and closed the overhead door behind her. He was naked, sporting a big hard-on when he opened the door leading into his house.Edie...trembled as the pot-bellied old timer ran his hands all over her firm, slim body; then began to undress her. In a weak voice, she asked the horny bastard if there was anything else she could do to make him leave her alone.“You got a million dollars?”“Sniff…. No.” “Then I’m gonna fuck you. Period. Now, lets get these clothes off.”“I have to be. She was lying on her side facing the wall. My cock grew hard so quickly it shocked me. I looked at her hair, and ran my fingers through it, it felt so soft, all I could think about was how we made love. My dick was fully erect, I couldn’t help but stroke it. I started to pull on it hard, feeling my veins pulse hard against my hand. I felt my nipples grow hard, I felt like I was going to scream out in desire and desperation. I started to think about the smoothness of her inside, how my cock. So with only a few minutes left of my hour, I was feeling very horny and I remembered that I had been told to tell my masseuse what I wanted. It was time to remove my protecting towel and show her my now substantial erection. I was somewhat taken aback when instead of attending to my needs, she began talking very rapidly in Vietnamese to the masseuse currently attending to the American lady.A few seconds later the other masseuse arrived. It was the attractive lady from the front desk. She. You are intelligent but you’ve wasted your intelligence on listening to lies, rumor and supposition. That will stop. Decisions you make will be informed and with my consent. Is that clear?”“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Waxerman said in her submissive voice, clearly feeling the steel of his convictions.“Come now dear. I suspect they have in this store what the shoe store didn’t.”Mrs. Waxerman was going to ask what they could possibly sell in the way of shoes at an adult store, but thought better of it. She.