It wasn't like I was jerking off or anything. I just loved looking at the photos. So, though I wasn't fully dried off, I laid down on the bed on my st...mach, placed the magazine at the head of the bed and started to thumb through it. I loved how hard my cock would get as I read the magazine and looked at the pictures. I especially enjoyed the women in panties, and liked the view of the women from behind. I had never seen a pussy for real, so it was all new to me. I let my towel open in the back,. We had only rehearsed a couple of times together, but we discussed aphrodisiacs, foreplay, intercourse, "the art of compliment" and "effortless seduction" until a buzzer sounded and my business partner wrapped up her lecture and then put a picture of how to tie a toga on the big television screen.Watching six middle-aged men try to tie togas was amusing, and I had to help a couple fasten the unwieldy cotton sheets: "real men wear togas," Maisie cried: she had been a fantastic actress all. Ryoko had wanted to be a geisha; at least, that was her dream. By the time she was old enough, though, the Geisha was nothing more than a prostitute for the American sailor… she hated that the people from the west had invaded their culture like that. Now, she was probably doomed to stay in the sweat shop sewing shirts until she died. An hour passed by as slow as molasses; she dozed off about halfway, nearly missing her stop. Her hometown of Kishiko was silent tonight; no drunks were making. My husband Tom has been totally consumed with his work at the corporation. This past week Tom and I traveled to New York city to the corporation headquarters, hopefully to seal a multi-million dollar deal. The company he works for put us in a beautiful Hotel, completely paid for by the corporation. Tom was within walking distance of the headquarters building. By Wednesday he would know if six months of work was successful. Six months of making connections, drawing up plans and going to.