As I entered the massage studio, I was met by a middle aged Chinese woman in a tank top and a short, fluffy skirt. She couldn't speak any English, and...pointed out the various massage times on a chart, to which I selected an hour.She then led me to a room, pointed to take off my clothes and lay on the table, and then I heard her lock the doors. We were alone and I suspected that I was in for a good time.She then started massaging my back, buttocks and legs and casually kept throwing the towel. We did not speak for there was too much distance between us although, physically, we were no more than five feet apart.The steward knocked on our door. I rose and opened it noticing how my companion stiffened and seemed to withdraw into herself. The man looked around me to the woman and held out a passport; an American passport! She nodded first at him then me giving us silent instructions. I took the document and handed it to her; the steward bowed and left."You're an American?" I asked.She. When she did, Karla winked, unzipped her sleeveless white silk dress and let it drop to the floor. A moment later it was joined by her bikini. Now standing in front of her sister stark naked, Karla was a vision in dark gold. The only spots of color were lovely: her small pubic patch now bleached almost white by the sun and salt water, her lovely pink nipples, her crimson lips, her brilliant blue eyes and the golden hair on her head. At that moment she might have been the most beautiful woman in. I then made a post and started getting tonnes of responses. I ended up swamped but came up with a solution. The day before the event, I checked in early and went to the bar knowing that it was coming on shift. It was dead in there, I couldn't have wished for a better time. It walked over took my order and asked my name, I said my username from here Slut, the look in its face, shock I'm telling you but I swear it came a little. I grabbed my drink and sat at a table facing away. I didn't stay.