The furniture is sparse and looks to be home made by hands more used to other work. Even in the dim lighting his keen eyes have no trouble seeing what...lies before him. On the floor in front of the fireplace is a dark bearskin rug. He pulls the hood of his cloak off revealing his wet blonde hair running down his back under the cloak. With the hair being pressed down by the weight of the water his pointed ears are clearly visible if the were anybody to see. He removes his cloak and hangs it on a. " mmmm, that was nice, except for him though, it'skind of dead here, I think we should head to the club, theshow starts in a half an hour and there will be plenty ofmen there." She just smiled her agreement at me and we leftthe bookstore.Flashback to 4 hours earlier. After I got off workon that Friday afternoon, I drove to the hotel where Tarasaid she had rented a room. Tara is a man from the Dalles,Oregon who comes into Portland every couple of months tosatisfy her dirty tranny cravings. I. She couldn’t wait longer to come again when Marc put his thumb on her clitoris at the same time he deeply penetrated her. She let out small cries of joy, as only Japanese girls know. But time had passed and she had lost.He withdrew and changed condom. “So, tell your wife to get on all fours, she has to honor her promise; she shouldn’t be worried, I brought some lubricant”.Sachiko refused a little by saying “no, I’m exhausted, he won”. “Exactly darling, you must honor the bet and it begins right. ”We were outside the bar before I regained my composure.“Err Geri, what the fuck was that?”Geri burst into laughter and said, “I thought you wouldn’t mind and the expression on your and their faces was priceless. Take me home, Jessica.”We walked arm in arm to the taxi rank and for ease I gave my address to the taxi driver to head too. In the taxi we giggled some more about the bar. Soon we arrived home and I paid the driver.On the path, I lent in and kissed Geri’s cheek and thanked her for a.