Cherry Blossom even had a Loyalty Rewards Card.
The massage center was just down the road from Bobbing Head Eric's house where I rented his granny-flat-cum-shed.
The forty milligrams of Duromine got you going.
Tripple that up, at 120 milligrams, there was very little chance of sustaining a hard-on without the help of a really good tugger or Cialis.
Both would have been perfect.
'Take a shower,' said Cindy.
She was from China.
You don't need a visa for these kind of jobs.
Only requirement is that you love tugging cock.
Cindy was from Guangzhou.
She just put that city on the world map.
It's not only the Japanese who can play up to a white man's ego.
She moaned and tugged, and tugged and moaned.
It was $50 for the massage, another $50 for the happy tug.
Folks, I didn't ejaculate.
I just went along with the charade.
Well actually, she was going to milk me dry if I could ejaculate.
'Next time, love,' I said.
I had to get back to my granny flat.
My days were numbered.
I had no idea, but Eric's wife was about to give me an unannounced inspection.
Eric, who I said was a spitting image of that guy who plays the chemist in Breaking Bad, was about to put plan two into action, evict me.
He had his rent money, his fortnight electricity payments, my bond, and two weeks still in advance of rent.
'We'll find some fresh meat,' he said. He had no I was sitting outside the shed and heard him speaking to his mail-order bride.
Eric had no idea that his voice carried into the shed.
Eric's foul breath touched me from even here.
It was rank, it stunk of a man who only had a few months to live.
I had to prepare myself for an exit strategy.
