I look him up and down admiringly while his eyes are averted. My breath catches as I view him from behind while he walks towards the back of the spa.... He glides down the hallway, his ass looks so great in his tight black jeans.As I check-in for my MST massage/stretch appointment, the receptionist notifies me that my ther****t is from France and new to the salon. I silently hope that he's as good as my last one. I walk into the massage room and begin to undress down to my black lace panties. . As I asked her shall we have an ice cream tomorrow going out but she said I am sorry and I asked her why she replied by saying a simple no and I don’t have a prepared answer for that. Well she asked me how can you call me for that, I got annoyed and said I never felt anything wrong in it, when I called you for having a ice cream only but she continued and asked me how can you be so casual , I got angry and said if I was wrong in calling you for having an ice cream I said I would prefer not. And I’m doing it this way, because ... well, one, I want to talk to the organ grinder, not the monkey; and two, because this is as close as I like to get to you, and I don’t want either of you little pricks getting my number.”She took a piece of paper with a list of names on it and set it on the desk.“Here’s what’s gonna fucking happen: I’m leaving a paper with your bitch.” She explained. “It’s a list of forty-one names of people being held in the Uongoian refugee camps. San Finzione will. " "You must be crazy," he said. "I don't know. I'm not sure Brad would be cool with that. We've been friends for a long time and I'm not sure that would be a cool thing to do." Well, if I can't have you, I'll just have to find some stranger to have me," I teased. He paused, thinking about it for a few moments while I waited anxiously. Then, he wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "Well, I'm a little pressed for time. Where do you want to go?" "My condo is just a few blocks away," I.