Yuri, a married woman, craved a man. It wasn't just that she wanted sex; she didn't want to forget she was a woman. Her husband and I had become family, and she didn't have the courage to seek out new partners. She hadn't even heard of the term "female brothel," but when she discovered its existence, her heart leaped. "I want to be pampered. I want to be massaged and treated gently. And then we might do something naughty...we'll just have to deal with it when the time comes." Unlike host clubs or P-clubs, female brothels offer a convenient, easy excuse, without the guilt associated with going to a spa. Yuri appreciated the subtle line between the two. The man she chose was a muscular man. His type was sturdy, masculine, and gentle. Perhaps he was also muscular? The service and treatment were both thorough, and Yuri was gradually drawn to him. Her pussy was dripping wet from the oil massage. Before she knew it, he was kissing her, and the rest was history... When a woman is liberated, she loses herself and becomes a female. No wonder women everywhere are hooked.