Ik kon kiezen tussen handdoek of badjas.In de kamer ging ik zitten op tafel. In de ruimte zelf was sfeerverlichting die wisselde van kleur, rustige mu...iek, warm en een massagebed. Bed met een opening voor het hoofd.Ik mocht gaan liggen op buik. De handdoek werd meteen verwijderd. Zij waren naakt, met handdoek om.De massage begon. Meteen mijn volledige lichaam. Kont inclusief. Hun handen zweefden over mijn lichaam. Soms hard, soms zacht. Dit terwijl elk aan 1 zijde stond. Vooral rug, nek en kont. Slowly it shrunk in size, further and further, until itresembled an everyday quarter."Sorry, Alan. Forgot you normally play the arcade machines. This magicquarter'll do the trick. Now, shoo."And with a few brushes of a wizardly robe, Alan shortly found himselfbeing pushed out the door. Ralph was waiting, a pistachio ice creamcone slowly dripping green fluid over his hand.* * * * *"Cool, man. Did he make you pay for it?" Naw, he just gave me the quarter. But how he made it look like. You stop for a second, rub his precum on your lips and turn around and kiss me, you make me kiss the purple tip of his cock and then you pull me away and tell me -not yet slut-you stand up and start kissing him again, Im still on my knees, my face in your ass, i reach between your legs and cup his balls, I pull your thong aside and stick my tounge up your ass, you wriggle in pleasure and then the both of you walk away toward e bed and leave me on my knees, stroking my cock.You sit him on the. I had so positioned myself that I could watch the entrance in the mirror behind the bar. I nursed my gin and tonic, occasionally glancing at the Cartier Tank on my left wrist. It was not a real Cartier but would pass for it to anyone but an expert. There had been no point in squandering my ill-gotten gains on the real thing. That would come soon enough. I watched as she made her way across the bar and made no attempt to look at her when she sat two seats away from me. I heard her speak in.