That interesting woman, though wrinkling her brows often, told me, while we just had a good time amusing each other sexually, "many men visiting this bath parlor returned home with an unfulfilled cock in which the ramming sperms were still there. They left here with a kind of depression in the buds, however, for the sake of his inherent self-pride, he couldn't talk about it or even complained about it before the women who served him on the water bed and the mattress out of the bath room. And all he could say was "It is probably because I am too tired and under too much pressure." "But, we know, it's excuse," that interesting woman said.

She added, "though having failed to erect or release their inflamed sperms, they would usually come back to this parlor giving another try over and over." "I really feel sorry for them."

I then asked, "why you feel sorry for them? It sounds you are like a doctor having a kind of mercy of profession on patient's suffering." "They are supposed to be your GOOD customers who help you make easy money - you make money without even having to exercise your pussy."

"Well, basically I hope all my customers here can have a good time releasing their "repression". I know, that repression can hurt their lives, work and maybe their health." Wow, what a great prostitute we have here. But, honestly, I don't quiet believe what she said.

Then, she carried on telling me another story about dealing with some weird customer. One day, one of her acquaintance customers came to her. In her room, he took out a vibrating egg saying he wanted to amuse her and make her a great time. She was stunned by his move, and she actually didn't want to have that kind of good time as suggested by him. However, refusing his offer would probably hurt the feeling of her acquaintance. She then tactfully counter offered him as saying, "why not just let me amuse you with that egg? I know some men would erect as hard as a nail immediately after using it in my way." The men returned with a suspicious but wondering looks, and felt a bit disappointed with her counteroffer. She, seeing no objections from her customer, started to lube the egg a bit with the the lube oil she used to put in the detergent basket hung on the wall of the bathroom. She then invited him, already naked, to come into the bathroom, bend his back a bit. When the vibrating egg inserted into his asshole, she could feel a kind of shivering rippling through his body and he started to moan in a low voice too. She knew it worked and he might cum soon, if only with a bit more sucking and cock massaging.

It is the first time for me to hear of man's application of vibrator egg in such an ingenious way.