All pillars and columns and marble and statues, with chairs that looked like little thrones and ... Well, you get the idea. If you’ve seen or heard ...f Caesar’s in Vegas, this place was like a smaller version. I’d never been in there, being the antisocial creature that I was.Wanting to poke a little fun, I scrunched up my face in scorn. “Really? The Palace? You like that place?”“What? What’s wrong with it?” She said, looking uncertain.I shrugged. “Nothing, I guess,” but my tone said anything. She didn’t even know if he could hear her over the rattling and rumbling of the train tracks. But she couldn’t speak louder. It was like her voice had left her.His hand slept down, right under Julie’s little skirt to the gusset of her thong. His fingers pressed against her mound, pushing it up into her.“You’re wet,” a male voice growled in her ear. She felt it, too. Her cunt was getting wet in spite of his touch, in spite of her willing her body not to enjoy this. She hated herself. But his. “Phueng was naked when she answered the door. She was beautiful. Her hair was done up behind her head in European style. She had a big tattoo on her left arm, some kind of symbol I think. She had little breasts and big hard nipples and a sexy little triangle of hair on her mound." “She took me through to the salon, the living room, and reclined on the sofa with her legs wide apart and her little feet on the floor. She said, ‘Lick me, lover,’ and I did of course. She was a little bit furry. She gently pushed away from me, and knelt, saying, "As you command, Sir." I pulled her back to her feet, admonishing, "None of that." I kissed her again. "We do this as equals. Are you afraid to let me know where you live?' "No," she answered, but tentatively. "Are you worried to take me there?" "Yes". Again, tentative. "Is there someone there? Are you afraid to get caught?" "Gods, no!" "Then why?" She blushed red again. "Here I was on top, and I was in charge." She saw the look I gave her..