After a short while she was invited by a Japanese woman into one of the rooms down the hallway, she saw a hallway on her right with a thick black curt...ain and some paintings on the wall she could not make out what they were.Once inside the room, Betty was greeted by a Japanese woman and some Japanese men, in the back of the room there was a table about no more but a mere few inches above the floor and behind it a familiar face was sitting on the floor, it was that of her agent Ava.Glad you could. But still you don’t stop. You move your hand, rubbing my entire pussy again. Your free hand is pushing my slacks and panties lower, eventually letting them fall to the floor. I step out of them and quickly raise my leg up to your hip to give you better access, I know what you want. Your other hand never leaves my pussy until you reach back, gently sliding one of your come-covered fingers into my ass. As my first orgasm has barely subsided, this threatens to send me over the edge again. With. “What is the book,” I asked her in low voiceShe tried to hide the book but went near her and took it away. As she was keeping the book away from me I had to go very close to her to grab the book and I brushed against her, slightly feeling her boobs.I felt her boobs soft but developing. She also felt me against her boobs and she blushed again. But there was no anger or outrage and I was encouraged.“Mommy is sleeping, let me see your book”, I whispered in a low tone of conspiracy. She nodded. I. “Would you like to come in for a coffee or soda Ben?” she asked… and of course I obliged!Inside her spacious apartment, Clarissa guided me to the couch and disappeared for a while, saying that she was going to fix some coffee, but the vision I saw when she came back into the living room, damned near sent my nuts blasting through the ceiling.There she was, in nothing but an oversized purple satin bathrobe, tied loosely at the waist. “How much more did you want to see of me Ben?” she spoke.