Buttjob Stories

Inside the massage parlor, a hearth stood sentry between two expansive picture windows that faced southeast and overlooked the grotto entrance. The wind had picked up, making the snow rage against the glass, but it was powerless to affect the unclothed people inside. Rosalind’s daughters lounged amongst four padded tables. They were easily distinguishable by their shared lineage: a small screw tail, plump bodies, and dark...