Here, turn around and let me write first."Bartlett turned, and felt her new friend using her back as a desk, andleaning in close to write on the bill.... "I like the way you smell," the taller woman said, her hand lingering onBartlett's shoulder."Please, that is just cab exhaust," Bartlett sighed. Bartlett thought thather friend's comment, whispered a few inches from her ear, was just anotherreason that Europeans were so difficult. Was that some sisterly expressionof interpersonal closeness, or. Apparently I said something funny and she laughed real hard and touched my leg. You are so funny,she said. I laughed and said I hear that often. But trust me it is not intentional. Then she laughed even harder. And again touched my leg. Remember the perfume and what effect it had on me. Now combine that with her touching me. You guessed it,instant hard on.I was a bit uncomfortable now and she noticed me shifting. What is the matter? Nothing,I said. Just glided away somewhat. Then she glimpsed. ”“What can we do to help you get your nine-inch erection back? Lots of men in London would pay hundreds of pounds to watch this,” Elise smiles wickedly as I enjoy watching her urinate before we all shower together.“Something has turned you on, look at the size of his cock Mary,” Elise smiles very pleased with herself as we move to the bedroom and they lay me on my back on the huge bed. Lord Michael is sitting in a chair close by with a fresh scotch eagerly waiting for further sexual. He smelled incredible; a masculine mix of soap, leather and patchouli. I inhaled deeply to try to memorize just exactly how he smelled. His face turned to kiss my cheek lightly and I pulled back to look at him, close up. I could feel my heart pounding in my throat and wondered if he was as emotion-filled as I was."Lisa. You look amazing." Thanks, Rick. You look pretty good yourself. God. I can't believe we're finally meeting." Yeah. How was your drive?" Good. Long but good. And worth it," I.