I had been to this place before and had CiCi. It was a hot Mis afternoon Friday and I wanted to go see Francis in Pasadena, but decided to venture back here. Should have gone to Pasadena. I parked in the lot behind the establishment. Walked up to the back door and rang the bell. Through the gate and down the hallway, I voice greeted me “ hello. You want a massage?” Yes please! A slight petite Chinese woman, late 30s? Probably late 40s opened the hate and ushered me in. She asked me if I had been there before as she lead me down the dark hallway. Yes, I saw CiCi last time. She looked at me confused. “ChiChi???” Yes CiCi. “No. SeeSee!” Of course ! Glad we got that right. Into the first room on the right. “How long you want? Half hour?” I usually go for the full hour but It seemed like I didn’t have a choice. Sure Ok. “$40’please”. I handed it over and she left me to the room where I disrobed. I looked down at the massage table. It had a lot to say. I climbed up and as I lowered my face towards the face hole, I couldn’t stop thinking of all of the other mongers that had placed their face into that hole. Then the soft music came of and I tried to push that image out. She came back in and gently rubbed my legs, sliding over my ass. “ how do you like it? Soft?” Medium soft. “Ok soft” she began a forgetful attempt at a massage. Kinda running here and there on my legs and back. Lifeless stroking my neck. Maybe a bit of pressure. I wasn’t sure if anything HE action was going to happen, then she began to rub her chest on my head as she reached down to my ass crack from above. It was about then that the CD playing the soft Asian themes music began to randomly skip. She paid no attention to it, just softly rubbing all over. She then began to tease my nuts a bit, just brushing then. And then she reached under and tickled my cock. I lifted my hips and she kept at it until I was hard. Now the music started to skip even more. She bent to my ear and whispered “turn over” I flipped and my cock bobbed about. She smiled and a voice called out from down the hall. I don’t speak Chinese so I have no idea what was said. She grabbed my cock and the promptly dropped it and left the room chatting. After a quick minute, she returned, the music still skipping, “would you like oIl?” Ok. She lathered her hands up and gently grabbed my now semi limp sick and began to stroke. Aaahhh. Soft slow steady.... BAMM. Jack hammer time! Full throttle rabbit paw wanking! I was like whoa hold on! She had a teeth grinding sneer on as she slapped away. Then she grabbed my left hand and stuffed it under her shirt. Her bra was in the way so I couldn’t feel any skin. She pulled her shirt up and exposed her tint tits a bit. Not entirely, just enough to get the nips to pop out. And she held my hand to her chest while she rammed away. I decided to just replace and try and enjoy the arriving pop. Her nipples seemed like long baby fingers as I squeezed them. She ooohed and awed flashing fake smiles. As she hit about the 97th stroke, I couldn’t take anymore and unloaded onto her hand. She kept the speed up for a few more intense moments and slowly eased down giggling a bit. The music still skipping, stuck now on one repetitive note. She cleaned me up with a towel and quickly left the room. I waited there for a minute, wondering if she was going to return. Figuring that the session was spent, I quickly dressed and was tying my shoes when the music finally just ceased. A knock on the door and she came back in “Water?” No thanks. I pulled out another $40 and slyly slipped it into her hand as I thanked her. She opens the folded money and counted it out right there, disappointed. “$60!” What? That’s what I paid las.... I started then reluctantly pulled out another $20. I did t have it in me to haggle with her at that moment. I just wanted to leave. I handed it to her. She smiled “next time you come for an hour!” Yes smile smile sure ok. Out metal gate and I to the bright Friday afternoon. Happy ending, yes. Happy in the end? Should have gone to Pasadena.