An old friend is a lady in the town who runs a massage shop (but strictly not a brothel - if a girl has 'boom boom' with a customer, she will be fired...) Visiting her shop recently she invited me to try a new girl - just 19, very pretty, and an excellent masseuse - it was very agreeable.Afterwards she took me to one side and said that one of her girls was still a virgin, and was looking to cash in her assets. This sort of approach is actually quite rare in Thailand - girls do sometimes sell. "Or this. Have you ever seen one of these?" Bali asked, standing next toa vaulting horse."In gym. I always thought it had possibilities as place to have sex,"Angel answered."How about this?" Tony asked, pointing to a harness hanging from theceiling."No, what is that?" Angel asked."That's a suspension harness. You lay in it, your feet pointed to theceiling and your hands tied to the straps holding it up. It presents allyour openings in a very attractive way for your lover. Tony, why don'tyou. At 3:05, I was in the air heading to the Ukraine. The flight took something like a day, but it gave me a chance to refine my plan. Though I was scared shitless, I knew my cause was just and that gave me the strength to carry on. The next day, I arrived at Borispol Airport. Those of us traveling to Rovno had to take a connecting flight. I felt like crap when I finally arrived at the Marlen Hotel & Restaurant. After checking in and tipping the bellhop, I took a long, hot shower to clean myself. I was embarassed, because living all together in Section 20 had removed any vestige of modesty. I tried not to stare at the brief flashes of pale skin or dark pubes or puckered nipples, then realized they were flashing me on purpose, and grinning at my increasingly red face. I glared at them as I tried to quash my grin. Suddenly I realized that I was the only one who hadn't changed into my night clothes yet. I blushed so red I glowed, and waves of heat from my face actualy warmed the cabin a.