First amp was in the late 80’s, I had heard my friends brothers and cousins talking about them at the holidays. They used to place ads in the sports section of the Bridgeport Post. I was only 16, a bit overweight and not very lucky with the girls. So I drove myself to Bridgeport, CT. Back then, Bridgeport was one of the most dangerous cities in America. The place was Oriental Spa on Main Street. Not sure if I was more terrified of the spa, or getting my car stolen and having to explain why I was down there. I’m pretty sure Mama could tell I was a virgin and how young I was. I remember being surprised at how young the girls was who came in the room. Long story short, we had sex and she didn’t put a condom on me. I can still remember how hot and wet her pussy was. Pretty sure I came inside her. I certainly went back many many times over the years but never saw that girl again. Crazy that FS was $150 back then and today it’s still $200-$300.
Where was you first AMP?
- Thread starter Nehoma
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After I broke my cherry at the AMP opposite Penn station ( earlier post) I was introduced to a place called the Madison Club on 38th off Madison.Not a typical AMP, but stocked with ladies of various cultures-
Place had probobly 15 plus private rooms, lounge and large screen TV. Set up was similar to a fancy hotel spa ( without sauna and hot tub amenities)
Frequented there quite often, but I was too novice at the time to ask for FS. It was always the massage and HE..
Place had probobly 15 plus private rooms, lounge and large screen TV. Set up was similar to a fancy hotel spa ( without sauna and hot tub amenities)
Frequented there quite often, but I was too novice at the time to ask for FS. It was always the massage and HE..
My first AMP was Sept 2016, after the wife decided she wanted the dead bedroom lifestyle for us. I only hold out for about 2 months until the porn wasn't working to hold me over what was previously only a few hours or days without. i had to learn the lingo and the AMP game in the now shutdown "backpage" and Craigs List, constantly fretting about getting caught in a sting - based upon the news stories back then I was under the impression these places were being raided daily... something that i learned after doing this for over 6 years now almost never happens.
But back then with suddenly finding myself having to go cold turkey with no sex and being only 44, I had to learn the game quick as I really didn't want the notoriety of a perp walk from an AMP, or the wife finding out. Was happy to let her think I was suffering under the dead bedroom.
So with this all being new to me never having been exposed to this previously or knew anyone that was involved [i still don't know any guys inreal life that are doing this, only you UG guys and your handles/avatars, if I ever make it to a Slinky Party, maybe I'll find out everyone I knew and grew up is on here )
being lucky all through my teenage years and my 20's until I got married in my 30's. With never having been in the situation of having to pay (cash, vs just dinner/movie dates if that even), so I was unaware of all the "services" acronyms, and it took a while (lots of Google-fu) to piece that altogether..
My adventure started on the Queens AMP, as that's were I was Consulting at the time, and needed a place that I didn't feel like I'd accidentally walk into someone I knew on the street. In Manhattan I've now spent far more time/ money on the Manhattan one's, but I'm less self conscience of running into people on the sidewalk being a consultant people seeing me walking around isn't drawing attention to my AMP activities.
It took me another year to find UtopiaGuide which could've/would've saved me lots of time in my learning curve. That assisted my AMP Game.
No idea of they are still around but the first 3 AMP's I visited were
(347) 542-9173 $200 hour bbj/cfs/69
(917) 688-7215 $200 hour bbj/cim/cof and bbfs
(718) 600-1522 $225 hour bbj/bbfs/cip
But back then with suddenly finding myself having to go cold turkey with no sex and being only 44, I had to learn the game quick as I really didn't want the notoriety of a perp walk from an AMP, or the wife finding out. Was happy to let her think I was suffering under the dead bedroom.
So with this all being new to me never having been exposed to this previously or knew anyone that was involved [i still don't know any guys inreal life that are doing this, only you UG guys and your handles/avatars, if I ever make it to a Slinky Party, maybe I'll find out everyone I knew and grew up is on here )
being lucky all through my teenage years and my 20's until I got married in my 30's. With never having been in the situation of having to pay (cash, vs just dinner/movie dates if that even), so I was unaware of all the "services" acronyms, and it took a while (lots of Google-fu) to piece that altogether..
My adventure started on the Queens AMP, as that's were I was Consulting at the time, and needed a place that I didn't feel like I'd accidentally walk into someone I knew on the street. In Manhattan I've now spent far more time/ money on the Manhattan one's, but I'm less self conscience of running into people on the sidewalk being a consultant people seeing me walking around isn't drawing attention to my AMP activities.
It took me another year to find UtopiaGuide which could've/would've saved me lots of time in my learning curve. That assisted my AMP Game.
No idea of they are still around but the first 3 AMP's I visited were
(347) 542-9173 $200 hour bbj/cfs/69
(917) 688-7215 $200 hour bbj/cim/cof and bbfs
(718) 600-1522 $225 hour bbj/bbfs/cip
1980, November, 36th Street and 7th Avenue, Manhattan, Coco. (24 year old nice simple Korean girl)
I had no idea what to do. I had not engaged in sex for quite a while, due to rather intensive studying, also living a monastic life, and just entering the professional work force.
She walked me through, helping me to remember the mechanics. It all came back, but I was woefully sloppy and uncoordinated. Misfired. Embarrassed. She was older than me. She laughed and made it all okay. She called me her younger brother. Revisited her a few days later and performed more proficiently. She praised my improvement. Felt vindicated.
There were many Japanese and Korean shops all around Penn Station at that time. Got The Village Voice and visited every single one. Got my confidence back.
Every place was an authentic spa, to some degree, mimicking rather poorly the three or four original Japanese spas left over from the 50’s and 60’s. Every place had at least a dry cedar sauna, steam room, table shower, or assisted standup shower.
Some had baths, like Kabuki Spa on 777 7th Avenue, The Taft Hotel. Some had a separate hot and cold pools.
Many spas had a full bar. Enjoyed a couple of scotches on the rocks in the sauna. Unlimited time offered in the dry sauna and steam prior to massage. You could alternate with dry saunas and cold showers for up to an hour free of charge before your massage. And, there was no cause for embarrassment. In fact, you were more highly regarded, because you were behaving in accord with the Korean style of profusely sweating and thoroughly loosening prior to massage, making it far easier for the masseuse, preserving her vital energy from the tedious task of breaking into hard tight muscle mass. You were applauded for making her life easier.
When you prepped sufficiently, your extremely obedient oriental (the preferred term, over “Asian,” at that time) masseuse, bowed before you, approaching you in the ancient foot-bound tip-toed gait and placed slippers on your feet, and cloaked you with a bleached white terry cloth robe, a ceremony fit for a monarch. (that little display of Asian subservience oftentimes sprung an instantaneous blue steel erection)
There was no shortage of bleached clean white freshly laundered towels. A towel for each limb, and two towels for your main body.
The massage was a whole production of superb shiatsu and back walking. The ballet along your spine produced myriad cracks on many levels. The massage was unrelenting.
After you were fully, deeply massaged, the therapist, as a professional courtesy, just greased up your Johnson, almost without asking (a nod and a wink) to relieve the last remaining stiffness that remained unaddressed. It was considered more of a humane act to relieve your suffering. The mamasan referred to it as “just helping him out.”
Full-service in one of the remaining Oriental spas from the 50’s-60’s was not always available. But, if it was, it was really a low-key event, usually disdained by the mamasan. Because, mamasans (owners) at that time, in order to run a reputable spa, had to have a New York State License. They oftentimes paid a license-holder extremely handsomely to display their license on the wall. They had an agreement with the license-holder of no sexual activity.
The hand jobs were never thought of as sex to the spa participants. It was still merely massage, and never warranted a big tip. Just included in the $20 tip for a good massage, or maybe up it to $30 to match the house fee.
But, if you did get some sex with a milfy hardworking Korean at that time, in one of these old-time spas, she was a woman of the highest caliber. Her juices were fishy, abundant and briny. Her orgasms were epic. Talking about a woman making it here on guts and nothing else, a hardcore, tough spirit, bellowing out her orgasm with true passion, and a unique Korean emotion coalescing a deep expression of pain and pleasure.
I really, really enjoyed that older, very appreciative breed of old-old-school Asian woman. (You could hear them whisper: “manhi-manhi salanhaeyo!!!” I love you very much) They did appreciate a young man. They would worship you and your young white manhood.
The young Korean girls were far more materialistic without traditional values. Very difficult to relate to, for me at least. Far too fast and cool for me.
I have seen the strict mamasans, upon finding out a girl was giving full service, give her an old-fashioned beating. Not a pretty sight, because the girl oftentimes needed the job, and didn’t fight back, but covered up and took the beating. The other girls just watched. The mamasan’s anger was not unfounded, because she paid a good buck for a well-established business dating back to the 60’s in a good building or a hotel and was running a truly authentic spa catering mostly to wealthy Japanese businessmen. She certainly didn’t want her establishment labeled as an Asian brothel, and screwing up her deal with the license-holder.
But, after the beating, they all sat down to dinner, rice, soup, fish, kimchi, and everybody joined in to counsel the crying wayward.
Started dating the Korean girls, and mamasans, and even watched over and closed the spas, was forced to restore order when thugs came in drunk, taking massage and refusing to pay.
Alcohol and cocaine fueled the 80’s. Some nights, partied with the entire staff of girls in K-Town nightclubs, or Studio 54, (girls dressed up really well, and myself with 4 or 5 hot Koreans in glamorous attire always got us in) eventually ending up at the more subdued clubs on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, (most girls lived in Queens) to end the night, before the final destination of a 24 hour Korean restaurant for some obscenely hot and spicy food to finish up by 4:00 AM, with plenty of time to grab 2 or 3 hours of sleep before going to work in the morning.
A Chinese worker was so rare, as to cause wonderment. My mamasan gal considered hiring one because of her looks but decided against it. Reason being, she could never fit into the sisterhood and hierarchy of the Korean spa. The cultures would clash. And, Chinese tuina massage was considered subpar, akin more to acupressure and not the more deep-tissue, heavy releasing quality of shiatsu. And, the fear that her good looks would change the reputation of the spa from that of an old time Oriental Shiatsu Parlor to a sex joint. This undoubtedly would create animosity with the Korean girls who were older but possessing powerful massage capabilities. The competition and culture clash would create havoc.
I frequented the remaining Japanese spas that were purchased by the Koreans from the 50’s and 60’s, and the only spas to get true and authentic shiatsu. And, I also frequented the small AMP sex spas further down town in the teens. God, young Korean girls back then were so gorgeous, but princesses.
56th Street had quicker non-authentic Korean spas, catering to the plethora of rich Japanese business men after a night of sushi and drinking. They offered a fair shiatsu (most guys were too drunk and didn’t care at that point) and a nice young girl who would give you full service on your third visit. However, most of the girls failed math.
The outskirts of Queens was the birth of the new style purely sex AMP’s. The service was deeply diminished, a mere remnant of the houses in Manhattan. Steam, sauna, quality massage disappeared, replaced by “the body rub,” and “tuina,” as the Chinese entered the game. And, as services further and further declined, you have what you have today, AMP fasthouses, an abomination at a premium price.
It was a great ride.
I had no idea what to do. I had not engaged in sex for quite a while, due to rather intensive studying, also living a monastic life, and just entering the professional work force.
She walked me through, helping me to remember the mechanics. It all came back, but I was woefully sloppy and uncoordinated. Misfired. Embarrassed. She was older than me. She laughed and made it all okay. She called me her younger brother. Revisited her a few days later and performed more proficiently. She praised my improvement. Felt vindicated.
There were many Japanese and Korean shops all around Penn Station at that time. Got The Village Voice and visited every single one. Got my confidence back.
Every place was an authentic spa, to some degree, mimicking rather poorly the three or four original Japanese spas left over from the 50’s and 60’s. Every place had at least a dry cedar sauna, steam room, table shower, or assisted standup shower.
Some had baths, like Kabuki Spa on 777 7th Avenue, The Taft Hotel. Some had a separate hot and cold pools.
Many spas had a full bar. Enjoyed a couple of scotches on the rocks in the sauna. Unlimited time offered in the dry sauna and steam prior to massage. You could alternate with dry saunas and cold showers for up to an hour free of charge before your massage. And, there was no cause for embarrassment. In fact, you were more highly regarded, because you were behaving in accord with the Korean style of profusely sweating and thoroughly loosening prior to massage, making it far easier for the masseuse, preserving her vital energy from the tedious task of breaking into hard tight muscle mass. You were applauded for making her life easier.
When you prepped sufficiently, your extremely obedient oriental (the preferred term, over “Asian,” at that time) masseuse, bowed before you, approaching you in the ancient foot-bound tip-toed gait and placed slippers on your feet, and cloaked you with a bleached white terry cloth robe, a ceremony fit for a monarch. (that little display of Asian subservience oftentimes sprung an instantaneous blue steel erection)
There was no shortage of bleached clean white freshly laundered towels. A towel for each limb, and two towels for your main body.
The massage was a whole production of superb shiatsu and back walking. The ballet along your spine produced myriad cracks on many levels. The massage was unrelenting.
After you were fully, deeply massaged, the therapist, as a professional courtesy, just greased up your Johnson, almost without asking (a nod and a wink) to relieve the last remaining stiffness that remained unaddressed. It was considered more of a humane act to relieve your suffering. The mamasan referred to it as “just helping him out.”
Full-service in one of the remaining Oriental spas from the 50’s-60’s was not always available. But, if it was, it was really a low-key event, usually disdained by the mamasan. Because, mamasans (owners) at that time, in order to run a reputable spa, had to have a New York State License. They oftentimes paid a license-holder extremely handsomely to display their license on the wall. They had an agreement with the license-holder of no sexual activity.
The hand jobs were never thought of as sex to the spa participants. It was still merely massage, and never warranted a big tip. Just included in the $20 tip for a good massage, or maybe up it to $30 to match the house fee.
But, if you did get some sex with a milfy hardworking Korean at that time, in one of these old-time spas, she was a woman of the highest caliber. Her juices were fishy, abundant and briny. Her orgasms were epic. Talking about a woman making it here on guts and nothing else, a hardcore, tough spirit, bellowing out her orgasm with true passion, and a unique Korean emotion coalescing a deep expression of pain and pleasure.
I really, really enjoyed that older, very appreciative breed of old-old-school Asian woman. (You could hear them whisper: “manhi-manhi salanhaeyo!!!” I love you very much) They did appreciate a young man. They would worship you and your young white manhood.
The young Korean girls were far more materialistic without traditional values. Very difficult to relate to, for me at least. Far too fast and cool for me.
I have seen the strict mamasans, upon finding out a girl was giving full service, give her an old-fashioned beating. Not a pretty sight, because the girl oftentimes needed the job, and didn’t fight back, but covered up and took the beating. The other girls just watched. The mamasan’s anger was not unfounded, because she paid a good buck for a well-established business dating back to the 60’s in a good building or a hotel and was running a truly authentic spa catering mostly to wealthy Japanese businessmen. She certainly didn’t want her establishment labeled as an Asian brothel, and screwing up her deal with the license-holder.
But, after the beating, they all sat down to dinner, rice, soup, fish, kimchi, and everybody joined in to counsel the crying wayward.
Started dating the Korean girls, and mamasans, and even watched over and closed the spas, was forced to restore order when thugs came in drunk, taking massage and refusing to pay.
Alcohol and cocaine fueled the 80’s. Some nights, partied with the entire staff of girls in K-Town nightclubs, or Studio 54, (girls dressed up really well, and myself with 4 or 5 hot Koreans in glamorous attire always got us in) eventually ending up at the more subdued clubs on Bell Boulevard, Bayside, (most girls lived in Queens) to end the night, before the final destination of a 24 hour Korean restaurant for some obscenely hot and spicy food to finish up by 4:00 AM, with plenty of time to grab 2 or 3 hours of sleep before going to work in the morning.
A Chinese worker was so rare, as to cause wonderment. My mamasan gal considered hiring one because of her looks but decided against it. Reason being, she could never fit into the sisterhood and hierarchy of the Korean spa. The cultures would clash. And, Chinese tuina massage was considered subpar, akin more to acupressure and not the more deep-tissue, heavy releasing quality of shiatsu. And, the fear that her good looks would change the reputation of the spa from that of an old time Oriental Shiatsu Parlor to a sex joint. This undoubtedly would create animosity with the Korean girls who were older but possessing powerful massage capabilities. The competition and culture clash would create havoc.
I frequented the remaining Japanese spas that were purchased by the Koreans from the 50’s and 60’s, and the only spas to get true and authentic shiatsu. And, I also frequented the small AMP sex spas further down town in the teens. God, young Korean girls back then were so gorgeous, but princesses.
56th Street had quicker non-authentic Korean spas, catering to the plethora of rich Japanese business men after a night of sushi and drinking. They offered a fair shiatsu (most guys were too drunk and didn’t care at that point) and a nice young girl who would give you full service on your third visit. However, most of the girls failed math.
The outskirts of Queens was the birth of the new style purely sex AMP’s. The service was deeply diminished, a mere remnant of the houses in Manhattan. Steam, sauna, quality massage disappeared, replaced by “the body rub,” and “tuina,” as the Chinese entered the game. And, as services further and further declined, you have what you have today, AMP fasthouses, an abomination at a premium price.
It was a great ride.
American Spa!!! That place was in a shopping center where everyone could see you going in and out. My mom used to get some tailoring done there and I was terrified I’d run into her. American Spa was one of two non-Asian spa in the area that I can remember. The other was Hawaii Spa on Post Rd at the Fairfield/Bridgeport border. American Spa didn’t have beds if I remember, you had to fuck on pillows on the floor.
It was July of 1986, in NYC. A Korean spa, don't recall the name, on 23rd Street directly across from Madison Square Park. It was on the third floor of a walk up, I think there was a barber shop on the first floor and another spa on the second floor. The building is long since gone, replaced by a condo tower. They had a very old school set up, a changing room with lockers, individual numbered keys to take with you and zippered bags to keep your valuables in during the table shower. I think I found them in a advertisement in the back of the Village Voice.
It was about 10pm and it looked like business was slow, I may have been the only one there. Saw a lineup with four or five women. There was one there that looked to be early 20s, much younger than the others, cute face and spinner body, with very small natural breasts. Her body type was very similar to that of my girlfriend at the time and I thought I was going to try someone more full figured. But once I saw her cute smile, those plans went out the window, and I immediately chose her.
The entire time, I was scared senseless. From the minute I called from the payphone (in the days before cellphones), pressed the buzzer downstairs, the walk up the stairs, the door opening to the older MMS, and getting undressed by lockers, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would pop right out.
I started relaxing during the table shower. She was very playful and really put me at ease. No previews, which was probably a good thing, or I would have exploded on the spot. Her English was pretty good and I told her it was my first time at a spa. She laughed and said she would take good care of me.
Back in the room, I paid her and we started with a nice massage. She stopped just after the flip and left the room for what felt like a good 10 minutes. That was all it took for my paranoia to kick in. Up to that point, we had done nothing overtly sexual. Now, I was sure I was either about to get busted or bait and switched to one of the older, less attractive girls.
Finally, she came back into the room wearing nothing but a towel and dropped it as soon as the door closed. She asked me if I liked what I saw. I could barely speak.
I was rock hard in seconds! She put the cover on and started a very slow CBJ. After only a minute or two she swung around and sat on my face. I was not expecting that! She had gone to shower and had also used some cherry flavored lube. I'll never forget how she tasted and how surprised I was when she landed on my face. Finally, she mounted me for an slow, sensuous cowgirl until I finished. She went to get hot towels and cleaned me up. We talked some more after and I found out she had only been in New York for two weeks and had never left the spa.
That's all it took, I was addicted to Asian pussy! Nearly 38 years later, I can remember every detail of how she looked, smelled and tasted, just like it was yesterday.
It was about 10pm and it looked like business was slow, I may have been the only one there. Saw a lineup with four or five women. There was one there that looked to be early 20s, much younger than the others, cute face and spinner body, with very small natural breasts. Her body type was very similar to that of my girlfriend at the time and I thought I was going to try someone more full figured. But once I saw her cute smile, those plans went out the window, and I immediately chose her.
The entire time, I was scared senseless. From the minute I called from the payphone (in the days before cellphones), pressed the buzzer downstairs, the walk up the stairs, the door opening to the older MMS, and getting undressed by lockers, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would pop right out.
I started relaxing during the table shower. She was very playful and really put me at ease. No previews, which was probably a good thing, or I would have exploded on the spot. Her English was pretty good and I told her it was my first time at a spa. She laughed and said she would take good care of me.
Back in the room, I paid her and we started with a nice massage. She stopped just after the flip and left the room for what felt like a good 10 minutes. That was all it took for my paranoia to kick in. Up to that point, we had done nothing overtly sexual. Now, I was sure I was either about to get busted or bait and switched to one of the older, less attractive girls.
Finally, she came back into the room wearing nothing but a towel and dropped it as soon as the door closed. She asked me if I liked what I saw. I could barely speak.
I was rock hard in seconds! She put the cover on and started a very slow CBJ. After only a minute or two she swung around and sat on my face. I was not expecting that! She had gone to shower and had also used some cherry flavored lube. I'll never forget how she tasted and how surprised I was when she landed on my face. Finally, she mounted me for an slow, sensuous cowgirl until I finished. She went to get hot towels and cleaned me up. We talked some more after and I found out she had only been in New York for two weeks and had never left the spa.
That's all it took, I was addicted to Asian pussy! Nearly 38 years later, I can remember every detail of how she looked, smelled and tasted, just like it was yesterday.
They say you never forget your first time! It was my first time paying for sex, my first visit to an KMP, and my first time with an Asian women. I'm sure my heightened anxiety contributed to making the memory such a lasting one.
My first time ever having sex was at least as memorable, primarily because I had been dating the girl for a while and there was a lasting emotional impact from that too.
There have been a few other memorable "first times" after the KMP, but the combination of my youth and relative inexperience up to that point make it hard to equal.
My first time ever having sex was at least as memorable, primarily because I had been dating the girl for a while and there was a lasting emotional impact from that too.
There have been a few other memorable "first times" after the KMP, but the combination of my youth and relative inexperience up to that point make it hard to equal.
My first AMP experience was probably around 12 years ago. Pretty sure I found the ad on Craigslist at the time. (Before I knew this site existed.) It was at the Royal Spa. That spot on Motor Pkwy, Hauppauge in the industrial area. It was my second adventure into the mongering scene. I had been to legit massage places before this but never and alleged R&T spot. I believe I called ahead they said come right in. My senses on overload; not know what to expect. I walk in and they are behind the glass in one office just lounging watching TV. Lilly was the girl who I saw. Kind of heavy set Asian women, short haircut, with trolly looking face.
Brought me into the suite. Big room, full walls with locking door. She was very enthusiastic and flirty... I might have left my boxers on. She did the body rub (I can barely remember that part) soft touch got me going heavy. She was reaching under grabbing and rubbing jr and she had me flip. I slid my boxers off. She dropped to her bra and panties. She grabbed some oil and began stroking Jr. I was just trying everything not to unload to quick. I remember her doing something with her mouth. She didn't suck me. She was either blowing on my shaft or lightly licking it. Maybe both lol. She was doing that, and moaning. Before I knew it I was tensed up with her jerking away and I shot over my head. She cleaned me up. I got dressed. "You come again next time ask for me. Lilly!" I was out the door.
I'm sorry I have no remembrance of what the pricepoint was at that time or what I tipped her. I was so mentally overwhelmed it being my first experience. I just recollect the release for the most. I know they have been closed a while now. She was no looker, by any means, but this visit will obviously always hold a special place in my mongering memories. Actually just writing this puts me in the mood for a classic AMP session hah.
Brought me into the suite. Big room, full walls with locking door. She was very enthusiastic and flirty... I might have left my boxers on. She did the body rub (I can barely remember that part) soft touch got me going heavy. She was reaching under grabbing and rubbing jr and she had me flip. I slid my boxers off. She dropped to her bra and panties. She grabbed some oil and began stroking Jr. I was just trying everything not to unload to quick. I remember her doing something with her mouth. She didn't suck me. She was either blowing on my shaft or lightly licking it. Maybe both lol. She was doing that, and moaning. Before I knew it I was tensed up with her jerking away and I shot over my head. She cleaned me up. I got dressed. "You come again next time ask for me. Lilly!" I was out the door.
I'm sorry I have no remembrance of what the pricepoint was at that time or what I tipped her. I was so mentally overwhelmed it being my first experience. I just recollect the release for the most. I know they have been closed a while now. She was no looker, by any means, but this visit will obviously always hold a special place in my mongering memories. Actually just writing this puts me in the mood for a classic AMP session hah.
Around 2010, I heard about an AMP at 100 Newbridge Rd in Hicksville. I had to call using a pay phone since I was just getting interested and didn't have a burner phone.
It was at the end of a strip of stores and the end parking area had some bushes to provide cover.
I went in and met a petty, thin asian girl. Was very nervous through the massage but was excited when she asked me to turn over and I found out that Everything was available.
It felt great when I slipped into her and her eyes widened. The rest is history.
It was at the end of a strip of stores and the end parking area had some bushes to provide cover.
I went in and met a petty, thin asian girl. Was very nervous through the massage but was excited when she asked me to turn over and I found out that Everything was available.
It felt great when I slipped into her and her eyes widened. The rest is history.