An old friend is a lady in the town who runs a massage shop (but strictly not a brothel - if a girl has 'boom boom' with a customer, she will be fired...) Visiting her shop recently she invited me to try a new girl - just 19, very pretty, and an excellent masseuse - it was very agreeable.Afterwards she took me to one side and said that one of her girls was still a virgin, and was looking to cash in her assets. This sort of approach is actually quite rare in Thailand - girls do sometimes sell. As soon as she got the door she knew it was a mistake. Through the chest high window was a big very scary looking Puerto Rican or Mexican man. Kathy grew up Woodbury, Connecticut, a very affluent, lily white community. Having little experience with people of color they frightened her. This man was not only dark but had scary looking jailhouse tattoos. He was around thirty, about six foot, jet-black hair and a very muscular physics. She would not have opened the door if he did not have the. Her pussy was now fully exposed, her labia parted open and glistening wet. "Tada!" she said indicating her part of the show was now over. The guys cheered!As the guys helped her off the table, I am pretty sure they helped themselves and copped a few feels. At that point, not only did Mary not mind; she enjoyed it. "I can't believe," she said with a smirk, "that after all I showed you, that I didn't get to see one little cock." After all, she was the only one naked in the group."I can take care. The sound of voices cut though the silent atmosphere like beacons of light on a rocky shore.Desmond picked up the sound of a girl's voice laughing in mock protest and shouting,"You are getting me wet, Jason. Stop it now or I will tell the elders you are harassing the girls sent to wash the sheets downstream. My girls are working and not looking to swim or play with you or your buddies."It sounded so benign that Desmond ordered the others up to the vantage point and they silently filed up closer.