This was clearly a new definition for bistro. It was a retro-lunch if there ever was one. I paid the aging waitress, left a two dollar tip and saunter...d out onto the street. The lunch was sitting in a lump in the bottom of my stomach, warning me not to make any sudden moves.I strolled slowly down the street toward the houseboat rental office, and was about to open the front door when I noticed the sign in the window. Closed for lunch. Back at 1. I looked at my watch and saw I had a half hour to. Youmay begin now and I will observe and answer any questions you may have."As I did what she wanted she just stood by the door, arms folded acrossher chest and watched. When I got to her shoes she handed me a pair ofblack patent heels."I want these cleaned with your tongue Lisa. Mary Jane told me you cleanher shoes with your tongue, let me see how you do it and kneel before meas you clean my shoes."As she watched I cleaned the shoes then went on to clean the rest of theshoes and bags with the. Yoshiko moaned, seizing Kat’s ass, pulling her closer.More and more of Kat’s cock slid into Yoshiko’s mouth. She savored it, loving how it felt and tasted. Salty precum stained her tongue as she swirled it about the crown and shaft. She bobbed her mouth, moaning, groaning, pleasure rushing through her.“Oh, my god, yes, fuck me!” screamed Ms. Lindon. “That’s so amazing. Oh, wow. I’ve never had a real cock in me. And this ... This must be even better.”“CHICHI! OMENKO! AMAI HAMAGURI!”Nothing else. Not in an obvious way, but taking furtive looks. Sheknew that I was crushing her, and also that I had promised her we wouldjust be friends. Platonic friends, I think was the term I had used,although I had wanted more than just being friends.Together, we laughed and talked while we ate the steak dinner she hadprepared, and drank the wine. Sara stood up, asking if I wanted more wine,and then came over to me and gently began to massage my shoulders.Tenderly brushing her hand against my neck. While.