I did finally have another one with her on a snowy evening when there were few customers and few masseuses working that evening. It was another great ...massage as we got to talk more and get to know more each other. I started coming in on Wednesdays as she was working and the parlor was not busy. I had become one of Bella’s regular customers. One evening, Beula was caressing warm oil across my back and chatting. We had a few sessions already and sometimes our conversations would get more personal. My father was a typical middle-class man and a hard worker, who leaves to farm by 7 am and return only by 7.30 pm. He brought me up by telling not to get involved in any violence and not to confront anybody even verbally. I also obliged him and lived as he said. Our life was going peacefully. One day during dinner my mother told my father that some old man has occupied the house near our house. It was empty all these days. My father told, “Yes, he is Karungan. He was arrested for selling ganja. The slopping, farting noise was air and oil escaping from Stacey as he made rapid thrusts in and out of her. The hole was so wide he almost thought she would split in two, the noises from Stacey appearing to agree with his concerns."Awwwwwoooooooo, ughhhhhh, ughhhhhhhhhh, eieeeeeeee!"Each time the Mask withdrew the oily hand she squealed as her ass began to close belching air; only for him to ram back in again making her give a deep grunt, "uhhhhhh!"The Boss pushed her husband to the side of. After making sure my makeup was perfect and my nails looked good, I put on some of his favorite perfume and drove to our meeting spot. I saw his truck in the parking lot and knew he had beat me there. At five-foot-eleven and one-hundred-and-sixty-five pounds, I present as a tall "girl" and tend to stand out a bit in a crowd. I have long, feminine legs and a round ass, with small feet for a shemale. I also have very feminine features and small hands. As I walked into the bar, I could feel eyes.