"Oh yes, I'm fine," she replied, rather unconvincingly but Howard didn't seem to notice. He moved up behind her and began to rub her shoulders. "Oh, t...at's nice," breathed Sharon as Howard massaged the stress from her."Why don't we have an early night tonight Tits," suggested Howard, he looked down at her from above, his eyes taking in the sight of her ample breasts swelling out from her chest, the plain white t-shirt she wore was quite tight and left very little of her generous curves to the. But I am just kidding you, it was my great- great- great grandfather, who was half Chineese and half Mongolian, who gave the name Khon to his decendants. Northern Chineese, you know, the tall, lighter skinned ones. I hardly look like I have any eastern origins, except for a round face, and smooth skin. My eyes are anything but slanted, or showing any fold at the corners. Steetch says I look like an Anime character, my eyes are so large.But if you want to see my eyes narrow, just call me. It ended a little too soonfor me," she admitted."I'm...I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed that I had not satisfied her. "Maybewe can try again in a little while?" I suggested, trying to make amends."Would that be alright?" Debbie's aggressiveness was confusing me. Sheseemed genuinely displeased. Not merely disappointed."Sure," she responded, without conviction. "We'll do that," she added witha sad look in her eye. "I guess you're going to go to sleep now?" sheasked, and before the last word was. Cynthia is on to the game, and the glimmer in her eyes tells me this will be a wild night. Cynthia reaches back to unzip her dress, and shimmies out of it, shaking those enticing hips too and fro as she does. Her eyes remain pinned to mine. The dress falls to an inky pool at her feet. Her right foot kicks the dress aside. She stands before me in the spotlight wearing only her stockings, black lacy panties and black bra, her legs accentuated by her heels. “Your bra, Cynthia. I want to see those.