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"Ong Paul, you give me such good fuck. You too good for Chinese lady. She too lucky she get big, hard banana all time. I no have banana like Ong Paul so many year. But I think Chinese lady good for you. Teach you go slow you fuck me."
With that, she quickly disappeared out the door. I could hear her run downstairs, her rubber sandals flap-flapping across the kitchen and on each stair. I pulled my pants up and put on my T-shirt. I hoped that all that noise didn't wake up Vanessa. I checked the spy camera that I hid in Vanessa's bed room but she was still curled up under the covers, working on her jet-lag. Then I checked the outside cameras just in case Fortunata came home early. Great, the coast seemed to be clear. I went back to the kitchen where a huge pile of breakfast dishes were still on the counter.
