"Well you've got good taste, that's a plus. At least he doesn't look like Joe Stanpolk," she said when she handed it back to me. "So, what happened?"I...shook my head. "I'm going to make some tea. Want some?" Tell me what happened!" she yelled, and to anyone else she would've sounded angry, but I knew, and she on the raw edge of pain and panic.In answer, I grabbed my journal, turned the key to unlock it, and opened it to the page I'd started writing on Christmas Eve before handing it to her."What. I was still mostly dressed but my cock was trying to push its way through the fabric of my pants. That would be the first thing I would have her take care of then I could begin her torture.She stepped out of the shower cautiously the same way prey did when their predator was around. "Come" I commanded and she obeyed. Her hair was still wet which was one of the reasons I turned the air conditioner off. When she stood still in front of me her hand held the knot at the top of the towel together.. Even though she was young, she had a some what developed breasts and shape. She was medium complexioned and her frock was rolling over her thighs while dancing. My body started responding and stared getting hot. In the home I used to wear a lungi only and no undies. My long and sturdy cock grew full behind the lungi. Pinky completed the dance and came close to me and asked how it was. I held her close to me and congratulated her .I held her tight and nonsense flattering her. I started rubbing. ”“Was it less than a thousand euros?”“Well, no.”I snapped the case closed and handed it back to him.“Just borrow it while you are with me,” he said, not taking it. “You can give it back when I drop you off in Zermatt in a few days.”I hesitated.“Well, okay. I want your word on this – I’m just borrowing it.”Thomas talked to the maître d’ at the Jazz Café and got us a table with a view of the lake. He ordered a scotch, and I decided to have a glass of champagne. The waitress came with the drinks,.