I nodded my head "Yes," he smiled and took my hand, leading me through the crowd to the "Massage Room" doorway. At the entrance stood one of those "on...the take" straight Thai men who stuck his hand out for the "Enrance Fee." My masseur fumbled in his pants pocket and I insisted, handing the dead-faced doorman the proper wad of Thai currency. He handed the masseur a clean sheet and room number card and up the dark stairs we climbed - into a very erotic journey for me.The second floor was a. .had...uhm, sex for some time. Not since I really began to show." I sat there in silent shock at what this beautiful woman was telling me and could not comprehend the reasons behind such an act. Then I saw a tear seeping from her eye and tracing a slow path down her cheek. My immediate response was to kiss her and then lock the break room door and fuck the unhappiness out of her. 'I'm sorry to hear that, Carla," I said. When she reached over and squeezed my hand I felt ripples of electric. A quality woman like Chris would have no use for a bumbling, inexperienced innocent such as myself. Except as a friend who would do her a favor like this, which I was proud to have her ask me to do.I have no idea, now that I think back on it, what I expected Chris' grandmother to be like. My own grandmother had died when I was little and I didn't even remember her. And I didn't know very many grandmas, or at least I couldn't think of many. "Old lady" was about all that was in my mind. That's. One photo showed the bulbous tip of Sean's cock resting on her tongue while another one depicted her face pressed into his groin, the massive slab of meat nowhere to be seen. A hand appeared to be resting on the back of her head, holding it in position while her warm throat easily accommodated his throbbing flesh. Bob always called her 'his dirty little cocksucker,' and now Sean was finding out how dirty Heather could be.Heather was surprised. The photographer got a picture of Sean cumming. It.