Who knows?”“That’s kind of scary,”“It’s not scary,” she said, “not for me anyway because I’ve got your interest and you certainly ha...e mine. It’s a shame we have a table between us I could get you all worked up again or you could return the favour,” she said smiling seductively and stroking the inside of my knee under the table.I took a few sips of lukewarm coffee to interrupt the thrill I felt from her touch and her seductive turn of phrase.My thoughts were that it seemed she considered me to. Clarissa and I broke up laughing again. I felt Kimiko had crossed a watershed in that she felt comfortable enough around Clarissa to say something like that.“Guys all think that part of them should be worshiped!” Clarissa said when she stopped laughing.“And this is a problem?” I asked with a grin.“And right on schedule, the pig arrives in the room!”“Clarissa,” Kimiko said, “I know you prefer girls, but what is wrong with giving a man pleasure the way he likes? And what is wrong with him. But he must not let her know of the lust and passion he held for her. So instead he decided to take another approach. ‘My sweet Isabella,’ he stated, ‘Did I tell you to stop grooming me?’ He watched as Isabella lowered her head and placed her hands into her lap, folding them in a manner as to beg forgiveness. He pushed his body off of the pillows, sitting up, facing her, he took his hand and placed it under her chin, lifting her face and forcing her eyes to look at him. His vexing eyes. I invite her in and my eyes follow her in, staring at her ass in her red dress, one I've never seen before. She always dresses nicely, but is looking great in the dress, it’s snug in the right places and her heels make her legs and ass look even better. She plops down on the sofa and says “Shit, I forgot the wine, do you have any?” and I go to the kitchen and get a bottle and pour a few glasses and come in and sit down next to her. She starts chatting and she’s slurring her words a little. I.