During Princess Diana’s televised funeral in 1997 I visited my local massage parlour in West London. The funeral was playing on TV in the communal area and I could hear horses’ hooves clip-clopping and spectators wailing while I was being massaged. My Thai masseuse was quietly sobbing as she masturbated me. Shortly before I ejaculated, a tear fell from her eye and splashed the head of my p****.
