She smiles with a mouthful as his hands seek the back of her head, her un-brushed hair knotted beneath his fingers. He tries to tame her but she wants...her prize, she wants his first orgasm of the day, she wants to swallow it down.She increases the pace because it’s hot under the covers and she’s impatient but she doesn’t need to because he knows, he can feel the heat, the sweat building up on her neck beneath her hair, he throws back the covers, he wants to watch his lover, his best friend, his. 'There is no need to do that honey, I'm just giving you what you asked for, on the understanding that this is kept just between me and you.' he affirmed, for which I nodded agreement.At this point, I was just a bit too self-concious and shy now to follow through with my offer of 'doing the same', unless pressed to agree to my side of the bargain.We must have just stood there, for the best part of a minute, I guess I was expecting to see it stiffen a bit, but maybe he too was a bit too. 25. Well at that price we could drink all night. They also served food and had a cashier to handle the payments. There was a BEAUTIFUL young woman who worked as the cashier and she, as many other Thai women do, took the first name of Dang which in Thai means red. Well Dang was very friendly and talked to all of the guy who came in the NCO club. She would talk to me and be very friendly but I didn't think anything about it. I felt she was treating me the same as all of the other guys who. I’ll grab a shower and be there in an hour ;-)Her: OK, I’ll be waiting just knock and come in…yes, we really did have that conversation. And here I was, just under an hour later, stood outside her door. Sure, we’d had rather personal conversations before, but they were generally more clinical, only occasionally crossing the line into mild flirting. Crossing the line? ‘Bloody vaulted it this time,’ he whispered to himself…A knock on the door – hel-lo there – and then I went in without waiting,.