” Snap. “Take another,” June instructed, Snap. “And another,” she instructed. Snap. “Let me see,” June begged, motioning for me to show ...her the photos. I was happy to oblige. “You a good photographer,” June declared in broken English.. “It is easy when someone is so easy going and pretty,” I replied. June smiled. “You like Korean woman?” June asked. I assured her that I did. June unbuttoned more buttons on her button-down shirt as I stood silently beside her. She parted the shirt, revealing her. “Evening ladies. Go straight through.” came the husky response. The doorman causally nodded his head towards the entrance, his eyes transfixed on Sarah as he glanced up from the names on the clipboard. We pushed open the doors to the thumping of the club music. The sound of jeering and disbelief of the impatient clubbers echoed behind us. The packed out, electrifying room was filled with scantily clad and sweaty bodies, writhing and gyrating to the beat. We moved swiftly through the clubbers. A moment later I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I said, “Hurry, come in!” in my best Vicky voice. Mike walked in and apparently I’d done a good job of surprising him, because his already tented shorts jutted out even further! I said, “Oh good, you got away from Frank! We have to hurry though, we don’t want to be missed! I’m sorry we have to hurry, baby. Now drop those pants, boy, I want you suck that big cock I’ve heard so much about!” Mike played right into it, dropping his pants, letting. I was wondering if the girls had plans. I turned from the coffee pot and almost dropped my coffee cup. Chrissie was standing in the middle of the room, her reddish- brown hair disheveled and she was yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Barefoot, she wore only a thin nightgown. That was all. And even that wasn't tied shut. Chrissie's 5'2" frame was revealed fully. Her pert, pink-tipped breasts were beautiful, the downy triangle between her legs was delicious looking. Niece or not, she.