We weren’t “together,” except for the fact that we totally were. We were fucking exclusively, and while we may have been using each other, there... were definite feelings there. A shared history. We knew the gravity of the situation, and while it excited me, I could see it frightened Naomi.Things were surprisingly smooth back at the place. The night before wasn’t mentioned, but it wasn’t forgotten, nor was it expected to be. Everyone kept from talking about it as if fearful that if they did it may. I decided to change, I had an almost identical set of clothes and I did want him to work just a little, not too much to be discouraging though, just enough to let him feel he had achieved a victory. Getting to my feet I headed for the stairs, I sensed Paul standing and following me as far as the living room door and as I ascended the stairs I could feel his eyes following me. His hot gaze made my pussy even hotter, I could feel an orgasm building and thanked goodness that it hit after I was out. Although not a single European face was visible, Peter seemed perfectly at home. The headwaiter, in excruciating English, tried to inform them no tables were available but Peter would have none of it, answering in a bark of guttural Chinese that seemed to flow endlessly off his tongue. Backing away, the waiter rushed off to the kitchen while Peter slowly made his way to the altar in the corner where he knelt. Lighting three joss sticks he seemed to bow his head in prayer, completely ignoring. ..I went to the bedroom and slipped out of my nightdress and decided to get a black basque and stockings from the wardrobe, as I was putting on my stockings and running my hands up my legs I was getting more and more turned on thinking what a treat this guy was in for, little did I know it was me who was going to get a treat!As I walked in to the kitchen I could see he was turned on by my attire, black basque, black panties, black stockings with black heels and bright red lipstick, I could see.