There's no such thing as a healthy men's spa… I declare. This is the story of her wanting to start working at a men's spa because of the good hourly wage. Of course, I strongly opposed it, but she nagged me into it... On the condition that she would quit immediately if anything weird happened, I allowed her to do it for just one month. Feeling anxious, I impulsively hid a voice recorder in her bag. Sure enough, what came through was persistent on-the-spot negotiations...her struggling to refuse...and some rustling sound, ragged breathing, sweet moans...“This isn’t that kind of place...please don’t put your hands there…” "Nnn… I have a boyfriend, so no…" "Haah… there…" "No! Ahh… it's going in… I'm coming…!" Ah… No good. Even without looking, I can tell. She's been made to climax multiple times and is being creampied. She's probably using those big tits for anal too… It's only natural, I guess… She has no idea that her sex with someone else was found out and comes back acting like nothing happened… I hate it.
