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I opened my wallet to see if I had enough cash; I didn’t want this to show up on outdoor my credit card statement just in case Sandra caught a glimpse and wondered what I was doing getting a massage in the middle of a workday while she was sick. I found $200 in 20’s and figured it was plenty. I sat in the car for a moment, suddenly feeling a freezing coldness radiating from inside my chest. It caused my pecs and arms to start shaking uncontrollably. I cranked up the heat in the car, but asian this cold came seemingly from amateur deep inside. I don’t think I would have found warmth in that moment even if I was wearing a parka. I took a few deep breaths, and made a conscious effort to relax my shoulders. Slowly I felt the shivers subside. It was now or never. I took a look around the lot and made sure there was nobody walking in or out of the neighboring stores. I didn’t want to be judged for walking into what was most assuredly a seedy place (no pun intended). The coast was clear. I stepped out of the car and walked quickly and confidently to the closed glass door, which had a sign that said “Open,” right under an illustrated chart for foot reflexology. I pushed the door open, and a string of bells strung from the handle jingled loudly. To the front of me there was a huge mauve curtain running from the floor to the ceiling. To my right there was an empty desk with an ipad on it. “Hello!” I heard a woman’s voice behind the cumshot curtain. A moment later a small round woman emerged from behind the cloth drape. She was older than I expected, and wearing a shirt with a rhinestone-covered panda on it. For a moment I hoped to God that she wasn’t Coco, but then another thought pushed right past it. This woman was a total stranger, who in all likelihood I would never see again. Who cares what she looks like? As long as her hands are soft and her technique is solid, what do I care how she looks? Then I took it a step further, and actually started to get excited by the prospect. This woman appeared to be in her 40’s at least. I had never had any experiences with anyone older than their mid-20’s. With age probably comes greater skill, perhaps this was the surprise everyone online was mentioning. “Can I help you?” She asked in a thick Japanese accent. “Hi,” I said, as calmly and warmly as possible. “I’m looking for a massage please.” japanese “Ok. You have appointment?” “No, I hope that’s ok.” I said, trying to sound casual. “How long, 30 minute, 1 hour?” “30 minutes.” I said. “Ok. 60 dollar. You been here before?” “Yes.” I lied as I pulled out my wallet. I remembered reading online back in college that you ALWAYS say you’ve been there before, or else you may not get the happy ending, or worse, they could think you’re a cop. “Oh, by the way,” I said, just as she was placing the money in a zippered up wallet. “Waitresses can’t come out outdoor during a show, but there’s no rule that says I can’t go over to the bar.” She smiled, held up her phone, and said, “Besides, I texted an order over to the bar for japanese pickup as soon as madeline finished her portion.” Ginny had also decided to become an auror. Hand freed of the fabric Mia ran her fingers along the inside of Liana's Labia. “Oh my God no,” she said. I groaned at the contact, the pleasure tingling down to my pussy. I was about to burst into the door and enjoy Daddy when a wicked idea appeared in my mind. Work I left her there for a couple of mins and asian bye the time Danny got back. “Well, thanks for amateur the help, mom!” Thank you, Daddy. cumshot I won! She had such a graceful neck. She sits firmly, taking his hands into her own. I was pretty sure I didn't have to whisper into someone's ear to mind control them, or else my shouting commands wouldn't work, but it just made it feel... more wicked. The Paragon would not be happy.