“No, she sleep late all the time. You want coffee?” she asked.“Yes, please.” I answered.It was clear to see where Alexis got her looks from, h...er mother was very pretty. What surprised me was she still had a heavy Vietnamese dialect which was surprising considering she had been raised in the United States. She quickly poured me a cup of coffee, asking me to sit down at the small kitchen table. She handed me the cup, then went back to preparing what appeared to be a big meal, I wasn’t exactly. “Ican feel it moving down the insides of my thighs.”She paused and nipped my earlobe. “I’m not sure I’llbe able to sit down at the table.”“There’s always room service,” I reminded her. Herbody remained close to mine, swaying gently to thebeat of the music in the next room. When she casuallybrushed a hand across my hardening bulge, it mighthave even seemed accidental to an onlooker. I knewElaine well enough to know it wasn’t. Shit, I even felt myself getting hard!I don't remember the food, but the conversation was good and the view wasexcellent. At one point I found myself examining her cleavage, andimagining my thick hard cock jammed in between her breasts, fucking hertits, before her full burgundy painted lips descended onto my seeping knob.I now had this massive erection, that I hoped Maxine couldn't see--due tothe napkin and table being in the way--but she noticed something. At thatpoint I knew that although I. But she doesn’t really seem to care beyond how this will affect her life.She gave me a moment to answer and when I didn’t she reached for some chains under the bed.“No, wait! I ... I’ll do it. Please, don’t tie me up.”She said, “Okay, stand up. Now, hand me that slip.”She put my only article of clothing on a small shelf under the washstand and led me out of the room. She pointed out the bathroom and then took me back to the parlor.Snake and Mickey are sitting around, sipping a beer and flirting.