Not all of the men were gay I came to find, some were just looking for some fun. The music was blaring and I could barely make out a word anyone had s...id. At one time, a big burly man came up to me and asked me If I wanted to dance. Artie stepped in and told the man something I couldn’t make out because of the music, but it was enough to send the man away. Artie and I danced and talked for a little while, as it seemed he was just trying to show me off to the crowd. He lifted my skirt and rubbed. She was also Chinese and I would guess in her late 20s. She was about 5ft 2 and had a beautiful face with lovely brown eyes and long black hair down to just below her shoulders. She was wearing a spa uniform with a short, tight skirt and tights covering her slender legs. She turned to me and asked me to follow her. As she started walking down the corridor, I couldn't help but be amazed at how peachy her bum looked in the skirt.We walked into the massage room which was dimly lit with a massage. The weather outdoors was rainy and dark, and I set the room lighting accordingly – enough light to see, but not too much. I even lit some nice candles. Carl wore sweats and Maria wore her terrycloth robe, which she typically wears around the house. She was beautiful sitting on the bed. He sat next to her and they both looked at me. “Relax,” I said, wishing I had a drink earlier. “Take your time and make believe I am not here.” They both knew that I would observe their lovemaking and we would go. Rogers paused by the door and looked back a little guiltily. ‘Yes, I’d thought that someone would have mentioned it to you…’ Miranda smiled brightly. ‘What do you prefer Mrs. Rogers… Tea or coffee, and how do you like it… I’ll make us a drink and have it ready for when you get back from your lunch.’ ‘Oh that’s very kind of you Miranda, but I’ll have some while I’m out… don’t you wait for me… have one when you’re ready.’ ‘Well… if you’re sure?’ ‘Yes… now I’d better get on or the afternoon will.