"I can feel you're ready for my surprise," she said quietly, grinding herself against my hard cock. She stepped back, and quickly undid the buttons of... her blouse, before shrugging it off. Unzipping her skirt, she wriggled it down, where it joined the blouse on the floor. "You too," she said, reaching behind her back to unclip her bra.I love the sight of a trail of clothes leading from the front door up the stairs. It speaks of people incapable of waiting, impatient to fuck each other. Smiling. From a pay phone in the back of the bar I called the woman from Brunei (I can't remember her name). When she picked up I told her I wanted to come over and piss in her mouth. She laughed like it was a joke and gave me her address. She even asked how long it would take me to get her place. When I got there and saw her I was really kind of questioning if I should go through with it. She answered the door in this dowdy nighty and even with my beer goggles on she really didn’t seem even slightly. . why?”, she responded, not even looking up at me. “Well, she asked me how many times you got off last night.”, I said, confused. “I guess she didn’t believe me.”, Lexie giggled. “Uh, just for future reference…. You tell your mom everything?’, I asked.“Well not everything but almost…”, she answered, stopping and looking at me. “Uh... ok.”, I stated.“Chris, does it bother you I talk to my mother about sex?”, she asked sincerely.“No… not really. I guess she just took me by surprise.”, I admitted.. We were greeted at the door by a beautiful young lady in a really hot maid uniform. I was instructed where to put our bags and told to join them in the sitting room. The ladies were finishing their drinks and the maid brought me a joint. After all, that's one of the reasons I wanted to go to Amsterdam. It was righteous weed, and I only needed a few hits.We were given a grand tour of the house: It was beautifully decorated throughout and had a marvelous dungeon in the basement. I couldn't help.