Ah, Asian women and the place that they hold in our hearts and groins!
Another one that got away was Korean girl called Jeannie who worked at the Lucky Spa in north Patchogue back around 15 years ago. This girl was absolute perfection, someone you would expect to find at a high end spot in Manhattan that catered to Japanese businessmen, not a LI AMP. Her face was drop-dead gorgeous, her body was that of a model's and her tits couldn’t be real only because perfection like that is simply never found in nature. She was friendly, sweet and frisky. Once, while we were laying on our sides and I was taking her from behind, she was looking in the mirror on the far wall and said so sweet and innocently in her faltering English, “Look at us making love.”
I saw her on about four occasions and the next time I went, there was a handwritten sign on the locked door saying they had moved to a new location. Unfortunately, the address written on the note was that of the SCPD fifth precinct. Cop joke, I guess. The place was busted and I never saw her again, but I would have followed that one anywhere.