Suddenly she was leaving,still carrying my clothes, wallet, ID and money. I tried to make afeeble protest but she cut me off."You're worried about yo...ur pants and shirt? Silly boy. I'll take goodcare of them, dearest. Imagine what a bother it would be if they gotlost and I had to pick you a complete outfit at that naughty boutique?And then took you out clubbing? Oh my," she finished with mock concern.I sat there with my mouth open as she breezed out the door. The tattooguy grinned at me. She looks at Turner again, but not as long this time. She gives the waiter an awkward smile and says something back.Turner starts across the plaza at a brisk pace. She doesn't see him coming until he's a few paces over the waiter's shoulder, coming on like he belongs."Baby," he says, "sorry I'm late."He smiles like he knows her, like he really owes this apology. He lists sideways and fans out his palms in a gesture of contrition. She's confused but smiling. The waiter turns and regards him with. "How was your night?" one girl asked. "Okay," I replied, trying to be nonchalant about it. As I got into my pyjamas and climbed into bed, I curled up in the fetal position.I slipped a hand inside my bottoms and cupped my pussy in my hand. She was still wet and felt warm. I groaned quietly to myself, whispering "soon, baby. soon," to myself. It had been a few months now since she had seen some action. A lot of the girls were sexually active with their boyfriends, but they kept it low key. When. LOL!The next week, she was back at our house cleaning again and I heard her in my bedroom and I went upstairs to see and I peeked around the corner and saw her looking at some used tissue next to my bed. They were still covered in my cum from my jerk off session the night before. Lisa then looked up at me and smiled and put them in the waste basket she was holding. She walked by me and I swear, she reached down, squeezed my cock through my pants and told me that I shouldn't waste that stuff!! I.