”“And?”“And Maggie keeps stealing all the blankets and I was freezing. Mom has dad to keep her warm so I came in here. Can I go back to sleep...now?”“No, go back to your room, you can’t stay here.”“Please Kit, I was careful not to get close to you and you have a big cover, I’m warm and we haven’t fought over the blanket.”“We just did fight over the blanket.”Betty looked at the clock on the nightstand, “It took you four hours to do it.”“What do you mean?”“I’ve been here since about one, Maggie. There were a few rude and crude customers, but they soon found out that Ronnie demanded professional respect. She knew how to put a jerk in his place.The majority of the customers were there for a "happy ending" massage, a rubdown with a handjob. It was a quick thrill for them. After paying the house fee of $40 for a half-hour, they would lie face down on the table while Ronnie massaged their backs. After fifteen minutes, she would tell them to flip over. At that point, they usually started. I stripped down quickly and laid down while watching her remove those sexy heels and climb on the bed to join me. Karla asked if I was ready and when I replied yes, she said, "Good, baby, roll over for me." I rolled over and got on all fours with my bubble butt facing her. She let out a quick whistle and said, "Damn, Andy, that's a nice ass, baby."I heard her fumble in the nightstand and before too long I felt the cold lube on my asshole. Her fingertip followed as she worked a knuckle. The conversation flowed and she was getting closer to me and more hands on. She was laughing and putting her hand further and further up my leg each time. She asked if I could refil her wine but I didn't want to get up cause of my semi so I said 'can you do it please,' she gave me a naughty laugh and said 'I guess so'. As she walked away I noticed the wooden chair she was sat on had a wet patch, I looked over at her by the fridge and could see the back of her grey shorts had a little damp spot.