I pressed it downward along my left leg; tucked in enough that it wasn’t obviously visible if the towel was lifted, but accessible enough so that if her hand massaged my upper thigh she might accidentally find my surprise. To make matters worse, I felt the towel descend back onto my rear. XXNX I didn’t want to be judged for walking into what was most assuredly a seedy place (no pun intended). Who cares what she looks like? “Don’t grab your glasses,” I thought to myself. As her legs moved closer to the table, they came into contact with my hand that was hanging off the side of the table. I cranked up the heat in the car, but this cold came seemingly from deep inside. Minutes went by, maybe hours. As I made my way through the list of comments I found there seemed to
