There was a large table in the middle of each room covered with sheets. Each table had a hole near the head where the client placed their face during ...he massage. A table nearby held all kinds of oils and liquids used for the massage. All the rooms appeared warm and comfortable. Employees were just starting to arrive when I noticed a big young stud in his mid-twenties come in dressed all in white. Dave had told the truth, this guy looked like a cover boy straight of a romance novel. Long,. I knew a guy who I had met at an arcade weeks earlier who worked there as a janitor so he left the back entrance unlocked for me. It was about 1 pm so there wasn't alot of guys in the theatre at the time. The theatre was very dark so I found a seat in the back corner where I wouldn't attract any attention. That ended up being a worthless idea because 2 minutes later a guy I estimated to be in his forties sat next to me. It wasn't long before his hand was on my leg and eventually on my crotch. I. As I left the room I looked back and saw that she remained where I had left her . . . bent over the old ornate desk; only now she had my thick, white cum slowly dripping out of her well used pussy. I lay in bed the next morning, recalling my dream and becoming very aroused. I began to plot how to actually, finally, fuck Samantha and make my fantasy come true.*****We were both excited and looking forward to my being the advisor for her graduate project. We had a regular appointment to meet each. I’ve not been given permission to post it as yet, but hopefully I will do soon. At each Worship Session I have to undergo an assessment, with both girls logging their judgement on the pre-prepared form. I absolutely love reading this. I get to see the girls measuring to show just how big their tits are, over their tops of ocurse, I’m only allowed to see cleavage (and that’s MORE than enough). Miss Leigh is 46” – She asks me what She was last time and I tell Her without a moment’s thought “45.