I can assure you that there's no such thing as a healthy men's massage parlor. This is the story of a girl who, attracted by the good hourly wage, asked to start working part-time at a men's massage parlor. Of course, I was strongly opposed, but she insisted... so I gave her permission for one month, on the condition that she quit immediately if anything strange happened. Worried, I decided on a whim to slip a voice recorder into her bag. Sure enough, I heard her persistently urging me to have sex... and she struggled to refuse... and then there were sounds of rustling, ragged breathing, and sweet moans... "This isn't that kind of place... Please keep your hands off me..." "Hmm... I have a boyfriend too... No..." "Haa... there..." "No! Ah... you're... putting it... I'm cumming...!" Ah... no. You can tell without even seeing it. She's been made to climax multiple times and creampied.
I bet she uses those big breasts to do some secret services...I guess that's only natural...
I hate her for coming home as if nothing had happened, not knowing that her cuckold sex has been discovered...