‘In any event, this was immediately after Benjamin and I had made love for the first time, and I had discovered to my delight that Benjamin rivals E...izabeth with respect to her intimate forestation, if you will.’ She paused for a girlish giggle at her euphemism, on which I joined in. I, of course, knew exactly what Irene spoke of, having seen Elizabeth in the nude many times by then and having heard of her large, dense ladygarden even before I had ever seen it for myself. My imagination ran. Deep inside I could feel my seed erupting deep within her. My orgasm seemed to trigger even yet another by Marty, her strongest. The spasms her pussy had literally squeezed my cock from it's confines. Remaining sperm dribbled along the lips of her pussy, over her clit, coming to rest on her inner thigh. We rested there for what seemed like forever but must have been maybe half an hour. We rose and went into the shower together intending to clean up and leave. That didn't happen. As we washed. I suddenly stopped."Did you forget the rest?" Gaku asked."No..." I could hardly believe my eyes, "Watch this"I began again, pointing down the vale for the youngster. As I recited, the Zibong seemed to stop its endless back and forth motion, as if it was listening. Very strange. I got to the end of the poem and watched in wonder as the Zibong drifted off into the night. Soon it was gone."Why did it do that?" Gaku asked."I really don't know," I replied, "Maybe it is a poetry critic."Gaku. I asked for fresh towels and the bed made up as if no one had been here. “Yes ma’am.” I gave her $40 for her trouble. “Thank you so very much, ma’am.” The maid was done in 5 minutes. I’m sure she was thinking hooker. An extremely cute polite little hooker.Oh yes, the second guy, Clark Hargrave, wanted me to enter his room as a slut. That’s not exactly the easiest thing to do in a high-end hotel. I would be coming back and MUST NOT be seen as a street hooker. Yet that’s what Clark wanted.After.