The waitress takesout orders for drinks , returning with them as well as Your request for a glasswith just ice cubes in it. "legs apart" You tell me. ...he skirt rideshigh as i obey. "Reach down with one hand and hold Your slit open forMe" My slit is slick as I part it for You..watching as You chose a largeice cube..Your hand disappearing under the table...jerking as i feel You applythe cube to my clit, rubbing it over and over it. You watch my face...stoppingas You can tell im at the edge.. “You didn’t answer me,” she said.I was distracted.“What?”“I was saying…how do you feel about the sale?”“I…I am all right with it…I guess…” I couldn’t stop staring. She giggled.“Nothin’ that you haven’t seen before, darlin’…”“Yeah.”“Are you tense?”“No, mom…well. Maybe a little…it’s been busy…”“You need a relaxing massage…come on…I’ll give you one!”Mom had at some point in her life trained as a professional masseuse. She had a massage table and all the oils and lotions. I had seen her give dad. Even Robert-san, who has lived here for two decades, still has Western ideas and habits. Perhaps, in this lifetime, the Russian Orthodox Church is a better aid to your eventual enlightenment than a Japanese religion for which you have no cultural context.”“You’re sending me away?” I asked.“I send you nowhere, Steve-san. Your heart and mind should lead you to where you need to be in this life. If you do not leave the wheel in this life, you are preparing your soul for the next life, to make. " — almost the truth, really.)At home I let myself in as quietly as possible and collapsed into the spare room bed. I was still in great discomfort and hardly expected to sleep, but in fact I dozed off at once. My night was marked, however, by a series of dreams of an extraordinarily intense eroticism. One after another, in fact often several at a time, buxom young women ripped off what little they were wearing and threw themselves upon me. One or two them I knew, notably little Connie from.