The ladies, Melinda and Patricia, were deeply enthusiastic. 'This is much better than an American massage, where they won't touch your breasts,' Patricia said. Apparently their breasts got touched, a lot. They started out in bathing suits, but were topless ere long.
They opted for the optional oil massage, which I did not. Pat got straddled by her masseur, and she thought, 'Now is when the buggery begins,' but no buggery ensued. Instead a deep, very thorough massage.
I have to say that the quality of the experience was somewhat different for me. Perhaps because I've never had a secret fantasy of being straddled by a powerful Turkish man wearing only in a towel.
'I've hardly been more naked in my life than in Turkey,' Pat reported. 'Here I am in a Muslim country, tits to the wind!'
'Tits to the wind!' is our new battle cry. Tits to the wind, we advance!
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