The woman took a few steps into the room so that she stood at the bedside. She stretched out her hand and Willow took it. - My name...is Liza Polyakova.Willow noticed that her mouth felt as dry as sand when she quietly responded. - I’m Willow. Pleased to meet you.Liza smiled again. Willow did not quite trust her smile and the cold, calculating look in her eyes. - The pleasure is all mine, I assure you, but perhaps you will find pleasure. She asked, “Robbie, do you mind if I get comfortable?”I said, “Sure.” We arrived at the restaurant and I parked. She seemed to have regained her spirit and had stopped crying. She opened that huge bag that all women seem to carry these days to haul their ... stuff. She brought out a pair of sexy little black ballet flats. She turned toward me in her seat and swung her feet and long legs over in my lap.She said, “Robbie, would you unbuckle my ankle straps, please” and handed me the flats. These. “Hi,” she said, tossing her sperm-glued locks over her shoulders. She was looking up at me with big doe-eyes as her nimble fingers started opening my belt and zipper. There was a mirror behind her, in case I wanted to admire the nice shape of her naked ass and bouncy curls from that angle too.“Umm, hi...” I said barely audibly, afraid to touch her, until I finally moved my hand onto her shoulder. The curls tickled but I had to try my best not to flinch when I felt something slimy in them. When I opened my eyes I was looking at the floor where I noticed my sisters robe laying on the floor. She obviously took it off before she sat down. I could only see one of her feet; it was covered in a sexy high-heel sandal with lots of straps, fastened around her dainty ankle. When I turned to look to see who was sitting on my bed, lying back on my body, moving around, I let my eyes take in the beautiful dark skin of my sister’s leg and thigh. I turned over on my back and realized that.