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I have just returned from a vacation in Vietnam and I must share my story of what happened at the massage parlor.Hanoi is full of massage places, many of which are perfectly legitimate and quite expensive, including my hotel. And some are so cheap it is impossible to believe anyone is making a profit. Some are obviously knocking shops, but most are reasonably respectable. Since my hotel was offering an hour's back rub for $120 I was very keen to see what you get for $15 at the other end of the market.Well for a start you get a very attractive lady who speaks English, who talks to you at the entrance, and then*quickly passes you to a much less attractive lady to do the massage, who does not speak a word of English. Also, you also don't get a room to yourself. The room I was shown to had three massage şişli escort beds, all separated by black curtains. As I was being passed to my rather plain twenty year old Vietnamese masseuse, the lady at the desk told me that my masseuse was new, and I should show her what I wanted.So I undressed and deliberately left the covering towel on the chair.*I much prefer to be naked, and I'm sure it sends the message to the masseuse to be a bit more sensual. However, the moment she arrived, she covered me up. Not a great start.Never mind, luckily the other two massage beds were empty so I was still relaxed and waited to see how things developed. Well the massage progressed as massages do, but unlike some massages on my trip to Asia, her hands never really explored my intimate areas, or even got close mecidiyeköy escort for that matter!With about ten minutes to go in my hour, another customer arrived, a very chatty American lady who was deep in conversation with the lady from the desk. I could hear the American get undressed; she was that close to me on the other side of the curtain. It was also the time I was asked to roll over onto my back. Having been frustrated more than turned on during the first part of the massage, I was not rock hard by any means, but I was pleased that the combination of my proximity to an unknown women on the other side of the curtain and the naivety of my masseuse was having a promising effect on my cock.So with only a few*minutes left of my hour, I was feeling very horny and I remembered that I had been told to tell my masseuse what I wanted. It was time to remove*my protecting towel and show her my now substantial erection. I was somewhat taken aback when instead of attending to my needs, she began talking very rapidly in Vietnamese to the masseuse currently attending to the American lady.A few seconds later the other masseuse arrived. It was the attractive lady from the front desk. She whispered to me. *quot;You give tip, you enjoy watch.*quot; She motioned her head back to her customer.I nodded a very enthusiastic agreement.She then said something in Vietnamese which caused my masseuse to bow and make her exit.I rose from my massage table and silently, but nervously, pushed past the black curtain into the next cubicle. The American lady was gorgeous, probably in her mid thirties, a blond and totally naked apart from the smallest black thong. She had her head well tucked down into the massage table and was oblivious to the fact that I was there.