I followed him to the locker room. A few more guys were changing their clothes. I had no idea that every person here is gay. I thought its just anothe...r message parlour. As I was undressing he was holding my clothes carefully folding them. I stood there with my underwear. He gave me the towel and asked me to leave the underwear as well. I was nervous by that time. But I have seen on TV no one does message wearing an underwear. I removed my underwear and stuck with the towel. Then he took me to. ..” I muttered under my breath as I spun on my heel.It all clicked into place the moment I stepped across the threshold into the bedroom. She was standing there in a button-down shirt and a frilly miniskirt I knew quite well. The shirt had a gap between two of the buttons, from trying to contain her breasts. Nothing else was containing them, because her nipples were poking at the cloth. The skirt was short enough that the slightest breeze would reveal her panties. Her long, dark brown hair. .Fir me b use responce karne laga aur uske boobs jor se dabane laga aur kiss chalu tha 10 min baad sujata ne mera t-shirt aur short pant nikale fek diya ab me sirf underwear pe tha ….Fir sujata ne muje niche litaya aur mere ooper aake mere chati pe kiss krne lagi … Kisss karne ke baad usne meri underwear nikali to mene usko ruke ko bola aur pucha ki gharme ice cream ya chocolate hai kya to usne fridge me se ice-cream layi to mene icecream ko lund pe lagane ko kaha usne wesehi kiya aur lund ko. Then one day I was having a glass of wine as I pottered around the house.I say a glass,it was my third glass.A habit that was becoming a little too frequent.And I was having a look at my favourite escort site when I saw Juan.He wasn't as young as some of the other guys,but he was was very yummy.Tall,with long brown hair,which I usually hate,and muscles like a builder.He was over from Almeria in Spain,and would only be here for a week.His advert said he did massages,amongst his other.