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Album: Massage Parlor = Brothel
Wife began swinging, then got curious about the sex business. The first real job was at a local massage parlor in W. Lafayette, IN, during the early 1970s. The name massage parlor was a bigger joke than it is now. While everyone who came in, got jacked. It was well known locally, that if the owner knew you, you could fuck the girls. So? That was what my wife agreed to from the start.<br /> <br /> I cannot begin to count the times that she came home with a beet (beat) red pussy. She was quite honest, when she said that she enjoyed the work, and that almost all guys were bigger, and that she mated best with strange large penises. A little bit better? "A lot better!" was her answer. <br /> <br /> *Parlor owner/manager/pimp took 60% !!!