It wasn’t the first time I have had a happy ending but it was the first in a very long time. My contraction of the yellow fever happened much earlier when I spent a year fucking this married Asian chick when I lived in Korea. American readers, do not underestimate yourselves. Asian women who are actually from Asia become huge whores when American cock is involved.
Anyways, I walked into the massage parlor to find a line. Unless you have been a John waiting in a line of Johns you probably don’t understand how awkward that can be.
I sat down and waited, idly watching through the blinds on the front windows for suspicious looking cars. As it turns out the line worked to my favor. The guy in front of me was grabbed by this short, toad looking woman who I can only imagine was the Mama-san.
After they disappeared into a room a much younger woman appeared from a door in the back. She, unlike Mama-San, was hot. She was about 4’2, long hair done up in a loose bun, and a slim body just like I have always liked. She was wearing a short dress that revealed nice toned legs. To be honest if I saw that woman at a bar I would be all over her.