"He wants the FBI to launder money for him." It took a second for it to sink in, and then we were all laughing at the absurdity of the idea."You're ri...ht," Rebecca finally said, "That is funny. Speaking of rewards, I need to check in again on the rest of the money from the other dead girls, I think you're going to get at least part of it right away." Suddenly, she got very serious, "You're right about the need. If this gets out of hand, and it could very easily, you're going to need a place to. Some of the rooms at this particular establishment do, some don't. I was dismayed to see that this was one of the rooms without a locking doorknob.You see, massage is a somewhat sensual experience, and I'm alway fairly turned on by the end of the hour. So, I normally "take matters into my own hands" and masturbate to orgasm after the therapist leaves the room.The last time I had been at this place, my therapist (Cathy) came back in without warning and caught me - or came close enough, anyway.. I had to see so I reached out and pulled down her panties. She had a trimmed pussy and I could smell her arousal. As I stood up I took off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts. My cock was pointing straight up. I pulled her to me and groaned as we kissed and our naked bodies touched. She stroked my cock and I used one hand to squeeze her ass and the other to squeeze a tit. I turned her so her back was to the couch and she sat down. Her legs were wide apart and I saw her open pussy. He lips were. "Well ... the older boys do, sometimes..." Who does?" Wilbur..."Annie guffawed. Wilbur was the LAST boy she'd expect to be fucking any girl. He was almost fat, and smelly, and not cute at all."Who did he say?" um..." Johnny flushed yet again. "Wendy Conroy." But we all think he's lying!" Johnny was feeling he had to be on the 'girls' side', at least this time.Annie nodded. Wendy was the daughter of the biggest farmer around and Wilbur the son of her dad's tenant and hired hand."Who else?"Well,.