Rate this story When I was 20 years old, I once went to a normal massage therapist (which was actually in a beauty salon). Not being used to seeing men walk in there, I got the most curious looks as I stepped in to ask about their therapy sessions. The young woman took my name down and gave me an appointment. When I came back the next day for my appointment, I was greeted by the mother of that same lady. I was not too happy because the mother was clearly in her late 40’s early 50’s. I decided to...
