He stroked her leg gently, feeling his cock stirring as he moved his hand up and down her thigh.Almost without thinking, she put her arm round his sho...lders, and he pressed himself against her. He looked up at her, and she smiled down at him.He moved his hand higher up her leg.'No, dear, you mustn't!, ' she said, although she didn't attempt to move his hand away.He looked at her pleadingly: she found it almost impossible to refuse him anything, and she relented.'Well, then — just a kiss, ' she. As she walked into the front room, there was red everywhere. From the red carpets underfoot to the red wallpapered walls. There was red loveseats in which a male guest was sitting and chatting to a couple of whores.The only thing breaking up the red was the black bannisters of the curving staircase.There was a line of whores standing on display, smiling dead-eyed at the guests, including Bond.At the top of the stairs, stood Ulla Arshenschniffer, she was wearing a typical German Dirndl outfit. One of the other blokes came over to the spa and asked if he could join. I nodded and he dropped his towel revealing a cock that made John Holmes look inadequate. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph," Lisa said.The jets and hot water played merry hell with my guts and I knew that soon I'd have to evacuate the spa. "That's a big dick," she said. "May I?" she asked both me and the guy. We both nodded.She reached up and pulled on its massive width.She was sitting opposite me and I felt her legs part slightly. A couple of hours passed and I grew tired of watching. It was only eleven and I wasn’t ready to go to sleep at all. I went back upstairs and decided to put on an outfit that I felt like Maurice would enjoy. There was no doubt that I working hard for my money. The outfit consisted of a black sheath-like dress that covered about half of my ass. The silky material hugged my curves completely and barely covered my titties. I walked down the long hall that lead to his office and knocked.