Indeed it was a small home and empty, some clothes on the floor, small fridge, food on counter, I wanted to see more of the house but she pulled me in...o a room having a small bed. It was a clean room, only a bed and some cabinets. She put the money in her closet while I stood and watched. None of us said anything, knowing we didn't know each-others language fluently. She sat on the bed and I sat beside her. She then looked at me, I looked at her, and she kissed me very gently.It was my first. Once more a naked Karen was climbing the spiral stairs.This time though, there was something very different. As she walked upthem, she came to a landing with an open door to the side; a door but nosign of the walls of a room. Even though the stairs continued upwards,she went to the door and put her head into it.There was a wonderful smell of baking, and she could hear the sounds ofsomeone moving about in an area that must have been like a kitchen. Thearea past the door was like a large living. Once again I experienced that silky, erotic sensation, and her body perfume filled my nose. It had the same effect on me as before, only somehow more so, as my penis became erect in record time. She stamped on the floor, and it rose up to form a mound onto which she pushed me, and then slid her body over on top of mine. From my cautious exploration of her body, it seemed that their sexual organs were not dissimilar to our own, although she had no obvious clitoris, and when I explained what I. 'When Andrew's away, Dominique can play.' That's the rule. But when he's at home, I need permission to readjust my bra, or to get my panties out of my ass! Well maybe not that bad, but I'm not allowed to masturbate without his permission, and he was sound asleep right beside me. Biting my lip and squirming, I wondered whether rubbing my nipples against the silk sheet covering us constituted masturbation. It felt so nice. I squeezed my thighs together. God, I was so wet I just had to check. I.