Hij zoent me nu vol op mijn mond. Ik voel hoe hij zijn tong in mijnmond probeert te priemen, maar ik houd mijn lippen op elkaar. Hij geefthet op, maar...gaat wel door me op mijn mond te zoenen.We blijven lang op de dansvloer. Als de muziek even pauzeert, zoekt hijeen zitje uit, waar we gaan uitrusten. Hij biedt me weer een drankjeaan en als dat gebracht is en ik er van nip, voel ik zijn hand weer opmijn been. Hij probeert met zijn vingers tussen mijn broekspijpjes tekomen, maar gelukkig komt hij. I finally fell into a restless sleep. On Wednesday, I started the process of contact negotiation with my potential clients. Not that I expected to complete any deals, there would be much give and take before the president of my company and the president of theirs met in a formal ceremony. When I first arrived at company headquarters high in a Tokyo skyscraper that morning, I sat in a small meeting room, alone, waiting for my clients to assemble at the appointed time. There was one vice. She walked a few meters in one direction, before going back again. Considered waiting there, with on foot resting on the wall, the classical pose for a hooker in older movies, but still too obvious, even for this quiet side-street. Then there was a click, the door opened a bit. She quickly began to unbutton her coat, had it open all the way down, before reaching for the handle, opening the door. Entered the shop as she let the coat slide off her naked shoulders. The room appeared empty, lit. "I come back in front of him and start to lower the zipper on the dress, maybe an inch at a time. After a while, I shrug it off my shoulders, then I dance some more, then drop it to my waist to show my black bra. I finally let the whole dress fall and I toss it aside."I move up and stay just out of reach of his head - his hands are tied down, remember - but close enough that he can smell my perfume. I put my books close to his face while I loosen my bra, so they pop out right in front of him.