" I'm Angie Brown. It looks like I'm moving tomorrow also, whether I want to or not."I raised an eyebrow, so she continued, "My lease was up and my la...dlord wanted to raise my rent a huge amount. I've got a lead on a place between Tripler Army Medical Center and the Fort Shafter Golf Course. Three girls were sharing it but one of them is transferring to the VA Hospital in San Francisco."Without thinking, but gallantly in retrospect, I offered, "If you need any help, let me know. I gave her one. They'd want the experience to be authentic, like it would be for any average bloke walking in off the street, and they wouldn't get that if they tipped the girls off beforehand." I am a proper massage parlour reviewer," Abraham protested. "I'm the massage parlour reviewer. I'm Abraham Russell. I write for GentlemanPunter. com. I wrote the Massage Parlour Review guide last year." Really?" the receptionist said, her face briefly freezing up in an expression of bovine stupidity.Yes, really, you. Mistress and Master watched while all the slaves were getting ready for them.“Why don’t I give you some head. I’m so hungry for some cock,” Mistress announced.“Only if you want to my love. We have all our sluts to service us tonight.”“I feel like pleasuring my boyfriend.”“Sure, let’s go in the other room. We wouldn’t want to get too kinky with the waxing staff here.”Mistress giggled and her and Master went into the kitchen. Mistress unbuckled Master’s belt and pulled down his pants.“Your cock. Only a fucking dream. Or was it? He looks down. Light from the bathroom cuts in and allows him to see pretty well. His erection is still quite there and very wet. In fact, it is so wet that saliva is pooled at the base and on his balls.His attention is capture though by the sound of his wife’s voice from within the bathroom. She is on the phone, talking about meeting within the hour. Forgetting about the unseen blowjob, he manages to cover back up and pretend to sleep before Rebecca steps out.