CHAPTER FOUR
"I've never been to a massage parlor before," Doug said, closing the door behind him. "This is my first time ever."
She was young, in her early twenties, with short, platinum blonde hair, and high, full t**s straining at the material of her negligee. Except for panties, which were clearly outlined under the loose, flowing transparent material, she was naked under the nightgown, her n*****s fat and long and pink. Her t**s swayed as she moved, like two huge, slow moving waves, and they had immediately caught his attention when he'd come in.
Doug had never thought of himself as a tit man, and could never understand why some men raved about big-breasted women. To him, a small, firm, shapely breast was infinitely more desirable and erotic. In fact, the only reason he'd given her
