Me: I know we were not meant to beShe: awww my poor bro (and hugs me).At that time I noticed she was wearing a crop top and shorts and was looking so ...ot. Ya continuingMe: ya I guess we werent meant to beShe: maybe, can I ask you something?Me:ya?She: (in a joking way) was your sex life okay( giggles) ( we had a quite friendly relationship)Me: shut up what are you sayingShe: still laughing and all , I think tu kuch nahi kr paya hogaMe: tuje kya pataShe: kyu kya kiya hoga tuneMe:( full angry). My wife then had a facial while I used the steam room and generally chilled out until it was time for our sixty-minute Thai massage. For our massage, we were introduced to our masseuses; both were tiny Balinese ladies who were beautiful and very tiny and spoke good English. The masseuse wore a tiny cream-colored robe that had a button-up front and barely covered her bottom, and her flesh-colored G-string was clearly visible when she made any movement. My wife and I were shown into different. "Welcome, warrior-king."I wasn't firing on all cylinders. I actually stopped, looked around the room. I was the only male sponsor in the room. The other men in the room were concubines. With two or three missions to Earth per week lasting from as little as fifteen minutes to forty hours—averaging ten hours plus planning, preparation, briefing Central Command and then the After Action Report and whatever recovery operations were needed—and adding in sleep learning, real-time physical training. - I believe they started to making out and she burst out laughing.(she said she had stuck her tongue down his mouth as a joke.. I guess his eyes were closed). They joked about who was going to make the first move.- They then ribbed each other on who was better at being on top and she mounted him- I could hear them start kissing each other, stopping every couple seconds to chat (it was so cute)- They then got each other naked (I know because they were literally saying it as they were doing it)-.