“Please, Thomas.” He pled through a laugh as we hugged. “Call me Thomas.”I broke out my reverie and started babbling like an idiot. “It’... been so long, my how you’ve grown into a fine young man, how’s your mother, Jen? Are you hungry? I’ve got food ready for the cooking,” all came out of my mouth in a verbal onslaught.Meanwhile, I could feel my body reacting on a primal level. Yes, we ladies also react physically to people that we find sexy; we just don’t usually let it rule our minds and. He waited 10 minutes and then finally entered the car and pulled away from the curb. His phone rang and he answered."Master, Moira is going to the TV station to talk to her contact there and then we'll meet in the morning to discuss plans. What do you want me to do?" Midori asked."I was hoping for a meeting tonight. Can you go with Moira without raising suspicion?" he asked."No, I already asked if she wanted my company and she refused. Said a good reporter got the story on her own and I must. I knew he read my profile as well, mentioning that he liked younger guys that were into older guys like himself. We talked for about a half hour, messaging back and forth, my cock was hard this whole time mind you, when he asked if I would like to meet up. I was free that day, but I still wasn’t too sure about meeting up with anybody like this. I figured I would ask him to unlock his profile pictures for me and he obliged, as I did the same for him. That’s when I had made up my mind. Not a lot. They always provided each other with copies of their travel itineraries. A girlfriend had given her the number of a very classy outcall massage service that catered to the better off among Japanese office ladies. It was expensive but very happy to accommodate foreign lady travellers and serviced a wide range of requirements. It was, she had told Em, the best you could find. Em had been in Osaka for three days. On the last night she had known the business dinner she was going to would end early..