Oh, don't be surprised — haven't we all thought the same thing, that a 'massage parlor' was just a front for prostitution? I know that's what I thou...ht, and I'd overheard a couple of guys at the trap-and-skeet club suggesting the same about this particular place.That I was even there was a sign of my desperation, my anger and my depression.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 incense. I didn’t know if she would, but I didn’t want to miss anything. After having lain motionless for thirty minutes, Becca lifted her knees just as she had the last night, and before long, there spawned a gentle movement above her pussy. My already-fast-pounding heart pounded harder, and my unbearable anticipation was relieved. Just like the last night, Becca lay still, but as the movement under the blanket accelerated, her mouth started to move, and her chest began rising and falling more quickly.. She thought he must be about six feet tall and decided that the lines in his face were definitely formed by laughter, and she enjoyed looking deeply into his sparkling brown eyes. His eyes! Tori thought that perhaps she could drown in the deep golden-brown richness of his eyes, and the tinges of grey over his temples caused her to wonder about the age of this charming but enigmatic man. ‘How old are you?’ Tori asked suddenly, surprised at herself for asking such a question, as he buttered a. I stepped around to see the painting. It was really, really good! I was impressed. ‘I love it!’ I said, I think with a bit of startled tone in my voice. ‘Do you really like it?’ she asked, a little concerned. ‘Yeah, I really do. You’re a fantastic artist.’ After a moment I continued, ‘See, your Prince Charming could tell all of this from his log.’ She laughed again, ‘Well Prince Charming, Tom, I’m so glad your log drifted by.’ ‘May I buy you lunch?’ I asked, trying to keep a straight face..