She smiled and did a little curtsy. I do believe she was blushing, if that is something Orientals do. “Thank you sir – you clean up nice too,” s...e had only seen me in travel clothes - “ but lets get our table – I’m starving” and giggled at her forwardness. The dinner was marvelous, the company and conversation like nothing I had ever had, and the evening passed way too quickly. We talked about everything. “It’s late and I need to go,” she explained. “I have to be back at the airport by 9:00 and. It passed through my mind just how much I would love to make a cuckold of poor Dieter before the evening was over. "I am afraid there is no massage table," she said turning to look at me properly for the first time, "Will the bed do?" I saw her look me up and down and I noticed that look I often get from women. I know that apart from my other qualities my dark brown eyes often catch a woman's attention. I knew that at least her first impression was good and encouraging for me. "The bed will. Where are you?"She gave him the address."That's a motel." That's right. We're in room sixteen, on the left as you drive in!" And what kind of car is it?" It's a blue Triumph." Okay, I'll be there in about ten or fifteen minutes!" Leon told her, then asked. "By the way, what's your name?" Oh, I'm Annabelle - Annabelle Foxx!"Leon found the car parked in front of room sixteen just as Mrs. Foxx had told him it would be. He lifted the lid of the engine compartment and found the trouble almost. I thrashed against the bonds for effect.“Is that so?” he said. “So, they’re going to come and save you from this?” He bent down and began to tickle my sides viciously.I burst out laughing and tried to pull away from his fingers but to no avail. He tickled me for a full thirty seconds until I was gasping for air.“Ok, ok! I surrender!” I said, still struggling to breathe.“That’s what I thought!” Andy said. He dropped down to the ground in front of me in a kneeling position of his own. And then.