WEIGHT: 58 kg
Services: BDSM, Spanking, Massage, Tantric, Lesbi-show hard
I love Cabo. The friendly neighborhood police officer might be nothing more than a uniformed two-bit crook looking for folks to shake down. And finally, the massages. When I first moved here, I was thrilled to find that good quality massages could be had for a fraction of the cost back home.
I became a weekly regular, alternating between two massage parlors. There was nothing fancy about the joints, but the professionalism and skill were on par with anything I had experienced back home. On a day when both of my regular locations were booked solid, I ventured to a new place located nearby.
The manager led me into a darkened room and left while I got ready. I noticed something was different right away. This time, however, I felt a slight panic. Instead of a second sheet, there was only a small tea towel.
Laying facedown and strategically placing the towel to cover my buttocks, I made a mental note to complain to the manager and advise her on how the competition operated.
I closed my eyes and prepared for an hour of pampering. Then it went downhill. Instead of the soothing sound of waterfalls and chirping birds, my ears were assaulted with the latest song from Justin Bieber.