The lane dog-legs as it crosses Soi 57 and the last stretch is dotted with more massage shops, laundry shops, and various other businesses.As I approa...hed one of the last massage shops, a girl stood outside, her trousers pulled tight revealing a hint of her camel toe, and with her legs pressed tight together.‘Hello massage,’ she said, but in a clipped excited voice. Being different, it caught my attention. A couple of paces past her, I stopped and turned. ‘Thank you for stopping,’ she said,. She texted me back and asked if I’d like to come for dinner instead. I was willing to accept a two-for-one deal: time with her, and I didn’t have to cook.After a very nice dinner of chicken Parmesan ... and a very nice make-out session on her couch ... I retired to my apartment for the evening, hoping that maybe a good night’s sleep would help.As soon as my alarm sounded again the following morning, though, I realized it was not to be. If anything, the pain was worse.Still walking in a slightly. Neill picked up a camera and began to shoot snaps of me as I walked across the studio to him and Tom.“Give me your sultry look. Eyes downward with a sexy smile!” Neil grinned clicking away.I remembered the exact look he was hoping for and gave the camera my smouldering look, with all of my sexual assets on display.Both guys were still naked, as I walked all around the studio, posing on desks, chairs, tables and basically anything I could lie on or lean against.I looked at both guys cocks to. Shit! I think I'm ~horny~."She scrambled out of the museum and back to her apartment as fast asshe could, with every intention of taking an icy shower.Which instead turned out to be hot, lasting a long time, and involvedslow slow soaping.***6."Ms. Albornos? Your limousine has arrived."'Crap!' Cassandra pressed the apartment intercom button. "Tell thedriver I'm sick and can't come tonight."Cassandra hoped her dinner 'engagement' would evaporate. To betruthful, she hadn't thought about it.