I walked in from the back, but the service desk was still at the front, so I walked down a long hallway with numbered doors on either side. There was ...ncense burning that gave the whole place a sandalwood smell. I actually kind of like that, it relaxed me for some reason.At the desk was a bored looking Asian lady, in, I would estimate, her mid-forties. A little overweight for the tight-fitting dress she was wearing. I suppose it was Chinese — it had a shiny look to the fabric, with little. Her toes curled. Her jaw wide open. And her eyes clenched shut.The two women held each others hands tightly. Sally squeezed with a grip she never knew she had.Then, it was over.Sally collapsed and was nearly lifeless while the man gave a few more pumps in her asshole. The masseur had cum inside of Sally's rectum. He was breathing heavily. Then he pulled out. His penis was in a semi-flaccid state, covered in his own cum, Gianna's saliva, and plenty of lubrication.He laid on the massage table,. "Love to," she smiled.I helped her out of the booth and we moved to the big dance floor in the middle of the room. The band was playing a medium slow tune and we joined together with the two dozen other people out there and found our pace. I wasn't a terrible dancer, so we didn't have any trouble moving along with the crowd. Christie took a couple of minutes to mold herself into me and it felt comfortable and pleasant.It was a little noisy for talk, but then I didn't really need to say. Put my little whore to work on You. Her cocksucking skills are quite excellent. Here, let me guide you in."Mistress Diana takes his cock and slaps me in the face with it several times!"This is your world now, my little slut. Not just toilet service, but being whored out for the delicious little slut that you've become, as well! You have proved your skills admirably as my cock whore, and I intend to use them to my advantage! Think of all the money your going to bring in for me, you will be a.