Tokyo Day Spa in Jupiter, Florida

Massage Parlor Details: Run-of-the-mill strip mall set-up.

I was wondering why no one had reviewed this AMP prior to my visit, so I figured I would sacrifice a fifty dollar bill to see what was behind door number one.

Not run down or funky. I was greeted by a courteous middle aged Asian woman, paid $50 for a half-hour Swedish rub and was led off to a private room and told to undress.

"Susu" entered my room after I had undressed. She covered my body with a blanket and commenced her routine, which included much walking on my back. It was marginally pleasurable as a massage technique, but nothing special. Half way through, she removed the blanket and massaged me using some hot lotion. She started to concentrate on the butt, so I thought to myself. "Now we are getting somewhere." She spent a lot of time on the inner thighs and brushing up on the jewels, so I was becoming quite hopeful.

On the flip, she started massaging my chest and tweeking my nipples in an attempt to raise the flag, apparently, and was very successful. Then she stood by my head, leaned over me, stomach-to-my-face, and massaged all the way down to Mr. Johnson. She then walked around to my side and started on the inner thighs again, also massaging the twins. Then she had one hand on the twins and one tweaking the nipples, bringing on quite the wave of anticipation.

Now for the surprise:
She took my hand and places it on my "home wrecker". I obliged her, and gave it a few tugs, then took her hand and placed it where it should be. She recoiled! Then I reached up for her small breast to see what was actually going on here, and she removed my hand. Same result as I tried for her ass. (Now, these were all VERY subdued overtures, since I didn't want to "alarm" the girl, but I was quite surprised nonetheless.)

She kept up with the ball rub and nipple tweaking, still trying to get me to put out my own fire. When she realized that her efforts were futile, she finally grabbed the bull by the horn, and gave it three tugs. Then, again, she tried a final time to get me to do her job. There we have the imovable object meeting the irrisistable force. Chaos in the universe! She quit, and I gave up. What a let-down!

Talk about frustration! If you want to lose your mind, hurry on down to this AMP. You will need oxygen when Susu finishes with you.

I guess they are fearful of the local "ordinances"! However, I hardly look like a law inforcer. (But who knows what they are thinking?)

I handed Susu $10 for the massage portion, (but I did so reluctantly.) Good luck if you come (NOT) for a visit.