After the initial shock of an old lady (i don't care what you people think. When a women in her late 40s is giving you a hand job, she's OLD!) yankin' on the goods I sat up and said "Ah! Umm! Umm...I'm uhh...I'm good." She told me not to be nervous and to just relax, but I told her "No, I think I'm ok, I think I need to leave." So she got a warm towel and wiped off the lube (that was the pumping sound I heard earlier, industrial sized lube). I fumbled to get my clothes on as quickly as possible and she told me that she needed a tip as I tried to run for my life. I don't know hand job etiquette so I slipped her a Fiver. She told me "Twenty dolla minimum!" But I only had $9 on me. I pictured myself without kneecaps, as they surely had some huge asian muscle in the back. I showed her my empty wallet after giving her my $9 and she looked at me funny and said "Ok, you go!" It was $50 just to get inside for what I thought was a 30 minute massage. The other two guys getting "massages" finished. In fact, one of my friends' whores leaned over and asked him "you want hand job?" before starting with the Oh Honey, Yeah Honey routine. What did he say to that question? "What are my friends having?"
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