” Getting to my feet I slip my shirt off freeing my breasts, from your seat you watch as I fold my shirt and place it on my seat neatly. Hesitating ...t the button of my skirt I watch you rise quietly to stand before me. Taking a step forward I shiver as your cold hands snake around my waist. Leaning back in your arms I moan as your mouth pulls at my breast, tongue swirling around my nipple. My back arches as you release my nipple and bite my breast hard enough to mark me. I feel your hands. I've noticed over the years There are transcendent times in a massage parlor. Moments that get stuck in your psyche. Moments you can replay while jerking off when your lonely and they are magic moments, as Perry Como once sang long ago. Those times when you’d swear the corners of your vision were all misty. Well there was one time at this place on the state line Iregularlywent to that I never ever will forget. I was horny, as usual, and went to the parlor to get my rocks off. I met a large girl. In any event, we made an odd trio at the Chinese restaurant right next to the saloon and most of the normal couple townspeople gave us a wide berth like we all carried the sins of the world on our backs like the girl in that book with the Scarlet Letter written right on her forehead like a badge of sinfulness.Right about the time that I felt back to my normal state of health which was a lot worse than the average person, Clementine caused us a bit of trouble with her promiscuous ways in meeting. Belle went silent and Alan blushed – it appeared to me that Belle was allowing Alan to make the running in stating what their relationship, if any, was. Alan said that he and Belle were in a relationship outside of work and was happy to leave it at that when Belle gave a distinct cough.Alan, apologised to Belle and then, blushing even more, admitted that they also were in a D/s relationship, but that Belle was the Dominant. Belle then told Alan to show how much She was the Dominant. Alan stood.