I couldn't hear shit. I could only imagine it. Until Nick--no mistaking his voice, either--yelled... "Oh, baby, here it comes! Take it all for me, dar...ing!" I had to imagine she did. And, as I imagined her swallowing his cum, I was aware of my erection. It was harder than it had been in ages.My listening at an end, I found the elevators and went home... I DON'T KNOW WHY I didn't confront Clara about it, that very evening, but I didn't. I suspected there was something in me that appreciated that. He said he went there twice and he would be going again and again as he had a wonderful experience. I was eager to ask when he invited me for the next time. I went to his office after work and we went to the massage center. There was a young asian boy at the reception and it was obvious that he was gay. He welcomed us warmly and took us to a change room where we could take off our clothes. He seemed he had memorized the words he said, I realized then he wasnt Turkish. I tried to ask the price a. When I arrived she greeted me with a smile, and has shown me to her cosy and modest office. It was in the same room as her bedroom. For someone who was staying home, presumably, she was very well dressed, and had nice make-up on. I thought it to be a bit unusual, though not for a Ukrainian lady. I remembered that when I was in Ukraine I saw most women dress well and put make-up, even if they went out to a nearby grocery store.I booted the computer and saw what was wrong right away. It appeared. I used one hand to unbutton Jenny's blouse. I had half the buttons undone before she realized what I was doing."Stop that Will!" Please Jenny, I want to see your tits. They feel so nice. I just want to see them." I guess. But just look, OK?" YES! Absolutely! I'll just look at them." I unbuttoned the rest of Jenny's buttons. Jenny pulled her blouse off. Then she removed her bra. "Oh Jenny. You look beautiful." I leaned in over Jenny pressing her back against the couch as I kissed her. I pressed.