"I showed my husband the message and he asked what I had today and how much it costed. I told him that it was a 90 min full body massage and it was R ...50. He said that Kyla's prices are then rather reasonable.I agreed and told him that I would very likely make a booking with her again sometime. He said he doesn't see why not and we then ended that conversation although I became horny as I kept thinking about Kyla finishing off my massage by bringing me to orgasm. Luckily it was already 20h00. No hair whatsoever. Nice, well proportioned breasts and legs that, despite her lack of height, seemed very long and a neat little mound under which a tantalising cleft nestled.“I wasn’t expecting you to be here,” I said at last.“I gathered,” she replied and tilted her head to the side. “Can I ask you a question?”“Yes,” I said. Relieved at the break in tension.“Why are you embarrassed by your body?”“I - I’m not,” I said.“Why are you covering up then?” she asked. “We both have the same. .The unbelievable was that she didn’t mind on guys telling that about her. She even didn’t said anything about it. I didn’t knew pretty much why she didn’t came up to speak on the issue but I guessed she had their reasons, or even appreciated the way people talked about her.“Rhonda, so you don’t see any problem on guys talking how much your are kinky and slutty?”“Why should I, Steve? Let them talk! That’s why people have mouths!”I kept seen her with boys wrapped around her arms and shoulders,. The room would not have looked out of place in the house in Cambridge. Stepping across the deep pile carpet, he scanned the room for Jonas. It took only a moment to spot him, sitting alone in one of the richly-upholstered, off-white chairs, holding a PDA in one hand, a stylus in the other. Thule noted with amusement that it wasn't the same PDA he'd helped Jonas pick out a year ago, but a newer, slimmer, and more powerful model.As Thule approached, Jonas looked up and waved him over. Thule stood.