OBSERVATIONS/RESULTS: Quantify the effects of the experiment. "You want everything?" she asked in a slightly hushed voice. Thank Christ for that. I was almost ready to employ the same downward-pointing motion the slob at the door had used an hour earlier. "Yes!" I said. "Really?" she sounded surprised. "Young boy like you? Oh ma gah!" She told me to turn over and I did. As Jung turned her back to get the necessary lotion, I looked down, horrified at my uninterested rig. My nerves had gotten the better of me, and it seemed that I wouldn't be giving Jung much to work with. She sat her bum down on the table, her feet either side of my torso. She applied the cream to my twig-and-berries and gently started to run her fingers around them with a motion that was, in truth, a little too effective. I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look. I stared at her face and tried to make eye contact, but Jung was looking at what she was doing: a rubbing, coaxing, snake-charming type maneuver, in absolute silence. In a matter of seconds, I had gone from willing my old chap to look alive to thinking about baseball. But Jung had a mind to get it all over with, and within an embarrassingly short period of time, she took me from a standing start to an orgasm. So deft was the operation that I wasn't even at full mast when I dropped sauce. It all felt pretty weak, the ejaculation rather unexplosive. Jung pointed my knob up and off to one side until I was all done. She cleaned up with a paper towel as I closed my eyes and tried to come to terms with her brand of blitzliebe. I opened my eyes and saw her leave the room. I felt like calling out, "This is the bit where I like to hug," but it probably wouldn't have done any good. Jung was all business.
CONCLUSION: Summarize your findings. Don't forget to attempt to identify possible variables that could result in different findings for others trying to recreate your test results. I really felt like a fish out of water at the spa, considering that I was a decade or two younger than most of the clientele and didn't carry enough pocket lettuce to buy Belgium. My excitement and arousal during the experience was somewhat compromised by a creeping feeling of sleaziness despite, or perhaps because of, the spa's ritzy ambience. The whole geisha-girl feel of the place — and the way the high-finance geezers lapped it up — made me feel like more of a john than I would have liked. I was left with questions about how Jung and the other women view the happy ending. Sure, it's probably pretty non-sexual and mechanical for them, like helping someone scratch an itch. But for most of their clients, it's undoubtedly more than that. I wondered how far the girls go in accommodating their clients' needs. In my case, Jung treated me to a couple of suggestive, "Oh ma ga's!" and a series of winks, but she stopped short of casting her eyes anywhere near mine when doing the deed. I wonder how the women's husbands and boyfriends deal with their profession. Are they as pragmatic and unimpressed as the women seem to be? I wonder if the full massage is viewed differently in Korea. In India, for example, it used to be common for barbers to fellate their customers after a shave and a haircut. Ultimately, I had to deal with the fact that I crossed a line. It's a terrible cliché, but I found that sex without any emotional attachment, or even mutual satisfaction, was a slightly chilling experience. Read more I Did It For Science here. n°
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