Abel Logetty wasn't sure the place was that type of massage parlour until the girl's hands slipped down between his buttocks and fondled his testicles. This wasn't an accidental touch either. He lifted his hips up and her skilful hand delved underneath and started to stroke up and down his erect p***s.
Yep, he thought, he could be fairly certain it was one of those places.
It was silly he'd had any doubts in the first place. It wasn't as if the establishment was sitting on the main high street and proudly advertising its wares. Abel hadn't even been confident he was in the right building until he'd climbed a stair and seen a little poster in the glass case next to the door. Further evidence to the true nature of the establishment was provided as the door was answered by a woman wearing n
