She did not try the "long time fuckee" line on me and seemed different that the rest of the girls. We sat and had a few drinks before moving off to h...r room. She spoke passable English and I enjoyed talking to her. Being away from home for suck a long time even chatting with another English speaking girl is heaven., We settled the financial arrangements and she lay on her bed. She did not immediately jump on my cock like most girls of that trade do but actually enjoyed kissing and caressing. In the rearview mirror, I saw a glow of headlights approaching from behind me and I figured it might be an opportunity to get a ride into some kind of inhabited area with the scent of coffee brewing or even a bed in a sleazy motel that didn't charge you an arm and a leg.The headlights were decidedly odd since it seemed like there were three of them abreast with others behind them. If it were a car or truck, it certainly was an odd design.I stepped out of my car so the driver or drivers could. John Francois walked in, the epitome of the word ‘debonair’. ‘Good afternoon, Makena. Can I speak to you for a minute?’ Makena wanted to roll her eyes. How many different ways do I have to say ‘you can’t have my goodies’ for him to get it? ‘How can I help you?’ she asked. John sat, uninvited, into one of the seats in front of her desk. He pulled out several menus. ‘Which one of these five star restaurants should I take you to tonight?’ he boldly inquired. Makena’s jaw fell off its hinge, hit. I don’t know if it was Micheline’s story, the ride on the bike, sleeping beside Jean-Marc, or what it was, but I woke horny. I gently slipped my hand between my legs, and the wetness and heightened sensitivity confirmed it. I would probably cum with ten strokes!I was just wondering if I should try to quietly masturbate or not, when Jean-Marc woke up beside me. He looked over at me, confused for a moment, then smiled when he recognized where he was.“I can’t believe I’m waking up beside such a.