While generally speaking I asked her is there massage service in her parlour and she said its there and only for girls and ladies and I kept my face s...d.She saw that and asked why did I ask that, I said once my friend took me to parlour and did massage to me and I enjoyed a lot. She was shocked to my reply and said she is not doing such massage but her friends do personally in their house but not in parlour and suddenly I asked can you introduce to me, she laughed and said you are so hurry to. At least I knew he couldn't lick the jar like I could. I'd heard somewhere that black guys didn't like to lick a jar."Girl, did he lick your jar?" Oh, God, Cully, did he ever, and I thought you were the living end at that. Ha."I checked the phone. Dial tone was still there. I cradled it, then snatched it up fast to see if it really truly was live."Thank Christ." How bout driving over there and hiding in that cornfield next to his complex." There had to be a cornfield there."There's one every. It’s just two of us here now.”He wrapped his arm around my waist and grabbed an ass cheek before kissing me. His touch made me want to give into my body’s desires. His kiss made me almost forgot about the time on my phone.“No,” I said interrupting our kiss, “seriously I can’t.” My friend is probably already here.”“She won’t mind. I’m sure.”“He.”“Oh.” He stepped back. While we weren’t in what I call a serious relationship, we had both said we weren’t dating anyone else.“Just a friend,” I said,. .. She knocked on the door tentatively, only to find herself jumping back two feet when the door opened. Ally looked up into the eyes of some towering, beefy, burly guy dressed in a grungy t-shirt and jeans worn out at the knees. His forearms were covered with tattoos."Uh, sorry to have bothered you," she stammered. "I must have the wrong room." Maybe not," tattoo man said, shifting his weight. "Who ya lookin' for, gorgeous?" You probably don't know him," she said, starting to turn away from.