I was relieved that there was a back entrance, so that I could enter the building discreetly.Oh, don't be surprised — haven't we all thought the sam... thing, that a 'massage parlor' was just a front for prostitution? I know that's what I thought, and I'd overheard a couple of guys at the trap-and-skeet club suggesting the same about this particular place.That I was even there was a sign of my desperation, my anger and my depression.I walked in from the back, but the service desk was still at the. I bury my dick into her further until I feel her cervix crashing against my tip. She screams louder on Roxie’s tits as her pussy explodes in a massive orgasm. Her body shakes, and her mouth comes off of Roxie’s nipple as her head involuntarily rolls around on Roxie’s chest. Roxie tries holding her head still, but the orgasm is driving Venezia mad. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and her screams become silent. I continue my assault on her cervix until I feel her pussy constricting so. I went to my room and put on clothing that fit my new physique and then I went out for the night.Somehow I managed to stay out all night and I returned home about 5 in the morning to feel that tingly feeling return and in about 30 minutes I was back to myself again, knowing that I would be changing back to a girl in about 12 hours.Well during the day I pondered the thought of telling my parents of my dilemma. I went out to the mailbox to check mail and there was a letter from the doctor's. "What are the odds of us meeting like this?" she asked.Eric replied, "Not sure, but I like these odds." Layla grinned. It was going to be an interesting night she thought.With Susanna leading the way, they walked to a large table for dinner. The attached guys at the bar all stared at the swaying bottoms on three of the most exciting girls they'd ever seen. Cliff looked like a whipped puppy about to get another whipping.Stephanie demanded, "Get me out of here."Cliff responded, "Aren't we going.