I imagined what I would look like–pretty hot–but classy. Only I would knew what I had on underneath. But before the date, I had already scheduled ...an appointment with my regular masseur down the street. Masu ran a one-person clinic and only had a select clientele. No walk-ins, only by referral. Fortunately, a co-worker introduced me to Masu the other year and I’ve been a steady customer since. His magical fingers did wonders to the human body. I was feeling horny, so I thought I would treat him. “Why don’t you feel my breasts, Billy? They’re nice and firm.” Then she moved up and straddled my lap. “You can suck them if you want,” she said as she pulled my mouth to one of them.I automatically opened my mouth and sucked it. I was getting another erection as I fondled one of Helen’s tits and sucked the other."Mmm! Do you like sucking my breast, Billy? It feels wonderful to me," she whispered as she pulled my head against her breasts. She started to thrust forward and back on my growing. I bought a pint, and one for Kevin, and then glanced around the bar room. It was about 1.30pm and most of the lunch time drinkers had left. I rarely came in on a Tuesday - Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings were my prime cunt hunting times - this pub had a high incidence of available single girls on those evenings and I had enjoyed many a good night of bonking after being on a pussy hunt in this favourite pub of mine.It was then that I saw her. She was sitting in a corner booth, a slim dark. .. Yan ... Dagah!” On Dagah, the god of destruction, the two men kicked out with their feet. With a crack, the door split in the middle, the two horizontal planks splintering in two and cakes of long dried earth decorating the floor.Kalem peered into the hole as he pushed and pulled the pieces of the door until the decrepit barrier finally gave way, half the door dangling on one side from some rope that had held the door closed and the other half on the other side pushed back on the leather.