I've been an MP guy since the early 90s, so yes, I have quite a few interesting experiences. The vast majority have been positive and some funny/exciting, but one was pretty damn terrifying. Going way back, I'd guess it was about 96 or thereabouts, I lived downtown and during the week frequented mostly asian spas as I couldn't get to any good Euro places which I preferred in the burbs. One of the better spas was on College near Manning. I believe it's a family dentist office today. Anyway, it was staffed by some really hot young asian girls that came from Vietnam and Indonesia. One of them, Jasmine, was magnificently titted out and I was a loyal customer for a while. One night I was lying back while she had those beautiful tits wrapped around my cock and we heard some really vicious shouting through the door. The place was being held up. What saved me from getting mugged or worse that night was that this place was quite cluttered and the room I was in was no exception. I hopped off the table to scoop my clothes and she pulled her top down and headed for the hallway. Before she got to the door it slammed open. I just had time to duck behind a locker. I had no idea what the girl was saying to the guy who had come to the room, but it seemed obvious she was spinning him a story. Thank god the guy didn't come in all the way, but he came in far enough for me to see he had a gun. Almost pissed myself. He went out with the girl and he and his buddies rounded all of the staff and one other customer up in the lobby where they were shaking them down. I dressed and crept to the door and cracked it open. I could see the back exit and made a decision to run for it. Was young and fast in those days and a moment later I was in the laneway and peeling for the street. I heard swearing and shouts behind me and looked back to see one of them come out the door and see me. I ran around to the front entrance on College street...just in time to see the three guys bust out of the front door, run to a car and take off. I took down the license plate number (still have that little sheet of paper). Anyway, a few nights later, I ventured back, just planning to see if the girls were ok. Jasmine came right up to me and hugged and kissed me. Turns out my cowardly flight helped them all out because the gang that was holding them up were scared I was going for the cops. I offered to give her the license number, but she said she knew who the guys were and their boss was "taking care of it" . Just lucky I guess, and foolish because I kept going to that place. Her tits really were amazing.