I can assure you that there's no such thing as a healthy men's massage parlor. This is the story of a girl who, attracted by the good hourly wage, asked to start working part-time at a men's massage parlor. Of course, I was vehemently opposed, but she insisted... so I allowed her to stay for one month on the condition that she quit immediately if anything strange happened. Feeling unsure, I decided on a whim to slip a voice recorder into her bag. Sure enough, I heard her persistently urging me to have sex... and she struggled to refuse... and then there were sounds of rustling, ragged breathing, and sweet moans... "This isn't that kind of place... please keep your hands off me..." "Hmm... I have a boyfriend... no..." "Haa... there..." "No!... Ah... you're... in... I'm... cumming...!" Ah... no. I didn't need to see it to know. She was made to climax multiple times and creampied. She's probably using those big breasts for hidden services... which is only natural... but I hate her for coming home as if nothing had happened, unaware that her cuckolding sex was discovered...