It was misty and warm. Perfect, as the snow outside was cold. I went in.Moments later, he followed. He came in and while I sat, he stood. Against the ...all, not far from where I was sitting. I could see the shadow of his cock. It was a semi. He continued to speak with me in Japanese and English. This and that, and then onto (inevitably) girlfriends. ‘So, do you have a Japanese girlfriend?’ he asked. I shook my head and said no.At this, he started to stroke his cock under the towel. He asked. One time at her place he was searching for something and found a redhead wig. That really got his attention because he often enjoyed the antics of a recent porn star whose hair was just like that. She went by “Stormy Cees” and did her sex things on boats and such. He began looking at the video body and comparing it to Crissie’s and got even more and more suspicious and puzzled. How could she do such a thing? That didn’t seem like her at all.The next time she announced a family trip he followed. I pick invisible lint off the sleeve of my green jumper. I can tell I have your attention, mostly because of the pause I've chosen. You haven't moved. “I gotta grow a thicker skin, I guess. I wish you didn't talk about me. About US on your show”“Yeah.” I can feel my eyes narrowing as you echo your previous monosyllabic response. “I won't do that so much any more.” To my ears the words sound ominous. You stumble on. “I'm sorry I mentioned your tits. I'm not sorry I criticized your dress-sense. I was so mad that i had to just walk away. About 15min. later I went back to where I last saw him but he was not there.Just as I was going back to the room I saw him at the bar with a high roller guy that had taken most of our money at the poker table.My husband sees me and gets up to walk over to me. He tells me he may have a way to get all the money we lost back,($5000+) plus we get to upgrade our room to a master suit. I think to myself there is no way. He then tells me to look at the guy.