It took some time, but they did get a deal done, and both looked relieved when they were finally able to shake hands. Then they both turned to me, and...Hans said, “And now may we go, please? Oh, and thank you, Nika. You were right.”“Thank Miriam, Hans. It was her idea.”“Who’s Miriam?” Ivan asked, clearly realizing that there was more going on here than he understood.“I’ll tell you later, Ivan,” I said, “but we have dinner and a show to get to…and a date for later on, right?” And I leaned in to. I paused for a moment before answering."My name is Patrick," I said in an exaggerated deep tone, almost mimicking my roommate's voice while giving his name instead.I couldn't tell you why I lied to her at that moment, but I was so engrossed in my roleplaying that it was easy to become carried away like a seasoned actor. I remained calm, and held my chin up high as she fumbled to ask questions and take down my information. The sandwich shop where she worked was struggling for publicity which. About 40 years old, brown hair, clean shaven, nicely fit, but not gym rat buff, just wearing a loose t-shirt and gym shorts. We do some small talk as he shows me around the house, and the different rooms, although one door was shut and we didn't go in there, telling me to make myself at home. Finally he leads me into the master bedroom and tells me to leave my duffel near the dresser saying we will get to whatever I brought with me, later on in the weekend. We get back out to the spacious. Her crop top was leather stitched over her tits and half sleeves with a x pattern of string holding it all together. I chanced a look at our hips and saw leather panties and fishnet stockings. I noticed she was wearing a tight satin choker with a small star."Somethings happening to you, Lex," I tried to reason with her, trying to ignore how hot she was becoming, and how hot it was feeling her grind into me. "Your clothes changed, you changed."Alexa whipped her hair and dropped down to me,.