That had him stuttering I can tell you, but I persisted, and he admitted he did so I laughed and said I was flattered, had he some photos or did he do...it from imagination, he didn’t admit to the pictures, said he just daydreamed of me, but he would love some of me if I wouldn’t mind!” she paused blushed again then said, “so I agreed to pose for him, said that if he ever, showed them to anyone I would never trust him again, but if he wanted a couple in my nighty then I would be turned on to. I saved my bedroom for last. I opened the door to my bedroom and put the light on to show him. He took me in his arms and asked me if I felt better now than when I walked in earlier tonight and I said yes and I thanked him for helping me and talking to me. He took me over to my bed and we sat and kissed and then I felt his hands on my blouse and then he started to unbutton it. I was lost in the lust that I thought what would happen next. Before I knew it I had reached to his pants and unbuckled. The receptionist replied that it involved body to body massage with minimal use of hands. I pushed for more info, but she was reluctant (possibly sensing trouble with the law.) I made an appointment and headed over. A beautiful, short blonde with great tits met me at the door, and ushered me into the room, which was a typical massage parlour room, including dim lights, a table, sink, oils, and new-age music playing. She asked me to get undressed and lie down on the table, and promised to. I opened the door and it was.“Hi Murphy, I was excited and I knew you would be up, hope you don’t mind.”“No, come on in, we like early risers. You drink coffee?”“Yes, black, thank you,” she said and I saw her look at my boxers. She’s lucky I wasn’t naked, like always.“All of you look so beautiful and happy this morning. I have thought of you all night,” she said as she circled the table hugging each of them. I knew this was NOT the girl that left us last night.“You are the beautiful one, I love.