One of them she found more disturbing than the others. He had somehow managed to learn the Queen's English, or at least a perverse mockery of it. He w...s always staring at her and calling to her in his strange accent. He called her 'Yellow Hair' and seemed obsessed with her golden locks. He had actually asked her to let him touch it! The very idea! She had given him, and all of the red men, wide berth ever since.The English-speaking one, he called himself Wachea she recalled, suddenly looked up. The lights were down low. There were only two items in the room, the massage table and a wooden table with oils and towels."Go ahead and lay face down, head on the pillow. I need to process the ticket at the front desk. It will only take a minute. I'll be back."I lay down. I was scared. As promised, she came back into the room quickly, closing the door. I felt like we were the only two people in the universe. She turned the dimmer on the lights down even lower. Time was moving slowly for me,. She felt the hardness of his young cock scraping and rubbing against the lips of her cunt, and she knew she was already prepared for it. Her dark eyes squinted in the flickering lantern light as she strained to recognize the new naked youth, and she shut her eyes in contentment when she saw that it was Glenn Story, the boy who had agreeably taken the pictures for Stuart Brooks yesterday. His torso hovered over her prostrate form and she reached between their bodies to grasp his rigid penis and. I smiled. "Looks like somebody might be over compensating a little." I said. She giggled. "So the bills. Over two thousand for my van and three thousand for yours. Wow! That is a lot of money. I'm not sure how long that might take me to repay you. Especially with my husband not working. I might have to tell him. What I did." she said. "You could tell him. Then he probably be mad. He might mount your head on his wall." We both giggled. "Maybe...Ha Ha... He does get mad at me.