One day, I picked up an appointment from an older woman who the manager said was a “regular” customer. When she finally caught her breath, she rolled onto her back, and whispered “This IS supposed to be a full body massage, isn’t it?”, and the towel slipped below her breasts. Porn Marcia came out a few minutes later and was expensively dressed and looked absolutely elegant. The clock showed we had about fifteen minutes left, so I continued to get bolder in my massage. “Please…please…don’t stop…” she whispered, almost desperately. I was 31 and single, and I thought of becoming a “personal trainer” but with no clientele and no funds to prop me up, I needed a job to pay the bills.
