With Rio walking Bumbles, Hank was alone with Leanne. He wondered if it was a good idea since he had on only underpants.

"Coffee?" Leanne asked, snitching glances at Hank's package whenever she had the chance.

He went into Rio's room to put on his t-shirt. "Yeah," he called out. "Please."

"Cream? Sugar?"

"Both, please, with a little extra."

"Ooh," Leanne said, teasing. "Peeps is right. You're sweet."

Hank returned to the living area at the same time as Leanne emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee and a smile. They stood frozen for a moment, both averting their eyes until she uncontrollably turned her gaze back to his boxer briefs.

She handed him his mug and walked away. "Look," she said, entering her bedroom, "you have to sit or something."

"Huh?"

"I can't handle this," she muttered from afar.

Hank didn't want to sit. He felt sticky and gross from having walked around outside with Rio all afternoon before getting rained on when night fell. Memories of snuggling with her afterwards and cosplaying with Aika beforehand furthered his desire to remain in an upright position. Or go back to bed and lie down. Anything besides having to bend at the waist.

Leanne returned to find Hank standing right where she had left him. With one last ogling glance, and a heave of her big breath, she set her coffee mug down on the dining table. She then took his mug and set it down before wrapping him in a large white terrycloth bathrobe she'd brought with her from her room.

"Don't take that off in front of me" she said as she took her seat at the table.

"Ah… okay," he said.

"No matter how hard I beg," she muttered into her coffee as she stared unblinking into the almond butter of his eyes.

Hank picked up his coffee, using his long limbs to keep from having to step towards Leanne. "Whoa," she said uncontrollably, swooning at the sight. "You've got some reach."

Hank felt like swooning as well, thanks to Leanne's sexual nature. Her body threw off heat like a furnace. He took as wide an arc as possible to walk past her and enter the kitchen, while she forced herself to keep from turning her head as his cute butt passed by her face.

"Uh…" he stammered. "I want an ice cube. I don't like my coffee hot."

"There's a bag of ice in the freezer," she said, waving her hand to dimiss him. "Knock yourself out."

He plopped in a cube and found a spoon to stir it, returning to stand before her. She watched as he held the spoon to the side of the mug with a finger while downing most of the coffee.

"Ah. That's good," he said. "Thank you."

Unable to close her gaping mouth, Leanne used it to speak. "Jesus Christ. Do you have to be so hot?"

"Huh?" he asked again.

"Why are you still standing?"

"Uh… I want a shower."

With exasperation, Leanne stood up as well. "Great. Now you're gonna be naked." Leaving Hank behind, she took her coffee to Rio's bedroom. "Come on," she called once she'd disappeared. "You're gonna love this."

He followed after her as she led him into Rio's bathroom. While Leanne continued walking, centering herself in the room, Hank stopped at the threshold, mesmerized by the sight.

"This place originally had three bedrooms and only one bath," she said as she turned to face him. "And American bathrooms are boring. So we put up a wall and divided the space. I use my half for a home gym, and Rio uses hers to do this."

Hank stood in a tiny receiving chamber where a brown swivel chair sat to the side of a small desk that had rattan baskets for drawers. The chair looked past a half-high wall into a spa-style bath. To the near right was a white pedestal sink centered between a chest of drawers and a vanity, complete with a Queen Anne chair. A marble countertop extended across the area, along with recessed lighting and a wall-to-wall mirror.

On the opposite wall, to the left, was a tub with a built-in seat. It was short and very deep; so deep that it needed a door to be entered. Beyond that, past a Japanese toilet and another half-high wall, a European shower stood open to the room. It had a telescoping rod with a detachable showerhead. A bathtub with two tiered steps leading up to it lay beyond the shower. It was flush to the top of the highest step and could hold two people.

A see-through Japanese bathing stool made of cherry red plastic sat on an unfolded vinyl mat between the shower and the big bathtub. The stool had slots and holes in it, strategically placed for the purpose of pleasuring. Finally, in what little space remained, an oversized air mattress stood inflated and upright, leaning against a wall. By moving the stool and folding the mat, the mattress could be laid out to perform a proper sōpu bath.

Live plants were everywhere, as well as perfumes, makeup and toiletries. Leanne stood in the midst of it all, in business slacks and a crisp white blouse.

Her eyes were nailed on Hank as he took in the room. "So… whadya think?" She paused for effect. "Wanna take a bath?"

Hank knew better than to speak. He also knew the importance of bathing rituals in Japan, but had never seen anything like the room where he was now. It was erotic, stimulating, exciting. It smelled like girls running wild in the sun and summer gardens at night, where one drinks wine with those they love while watching the jasmines bloom. Though cluttered and filled to the gills with stuff, the room itself was spotless.

Leanne let out a bosomy laugh—the kind Hank had grown used to hearing from her. It was erotic, too.

"Don't get any ideas, Hot Stuff," she said, being only half serious. "No one's getting nookie."

Hank parlayed words. "This room tells me otherwise."

"Rio owned a bathhouse in Japan before moving here, as you may already know. She had four rooms just like this, or so she says, with a dozen girls to attend them." Leanne approached Hank, slowly stalking her prey. "She made a ton of money, knowing what men like. Maybe someday you'll pay for that honor."

Leanne stood so close that all Hank saw was her. She took a lengthy sip of coffee, letting her eyes travel up and down his frame as she raised and lowered the mug.

"You want another iced coffee while you play in Rio's Soapland?"

"Ah…" was all he could utter, as her beauty sucked up his brains.

"Alone, Hot Stuff," she emphasized as she left to fetch his mug.

Hank emerged from bathing unsure of how much time had passed. He was certain it had been longer than an hour. Leanne sat at the table, conducting business on her cell phone and laptop. Rio and Bumbles were nowhere to be seen, and neither were his clothes. He made a tiny sound, too polite to interrupt while Leanne did her job.

Again, her observations were keen. "I'm washing them," she said while typing away on her laptop.

He stood tall before her, holding his empty mug and wearing her big robe, "Well, that's hardly fair," he said.

The strength of his voice forced her attention to him. He smelled glorious, thanks to Rio's bathing products, and Leanne took in a heady swig. She opened her mouth to speak but all that came out was the scent of coffee and cream.

"I don't even have underwear now," he said. "All I have is your robe."

Leanne shook her head to clear it of Hank's scent. "You said last night you didn't have clean clothes to wear. After playing in Rio's Soapland, the last thing I want you to do is put on stinky pants."

She stood up and approached with allure, swinging her massive hips. Reaching close to where his manhood swelled, she took his empty mug.

"Let me heat this up for you," she said, pretty and with purpose.

She poked him in the chest for fun, hard enough to hurt. He placed his hand upon her mark, making a face but not speaking.

Leanne swung her hips into the kitchen. "Don't come on to me," she said, not meaning a single word. "We'd be powerless to stop, should things start to happen."

"Speak for yourself," Hank countered.

"I don't know what it is about you," she said while hidden from his view, "but you make me hungry as a bear. Like, I'm looking at this bag of O-Reo-Do Double Stuffs, and I could cram the whole thing in my mouth."

Leanne returned with fresh coffee, warm but not too hot. Without drinking any, he took the mug and set it down, being sure to brush against her body while reaching towards the table.

"Well, I don't know about you either," he said. "But I'll eat your cookies."

"Just once?" she asked, returning the tease.

Instead of answering, he entwined his fingers with all of hers, keeping them down by her sides. Now in complete control, he raised her hands to shoulder level while driving her backwards until she struck a wall. Her ass glanced a nearby end table, causing the lamp it held to nearly topple to the floor. He pressed the backs of her hands to the wall and his body against hers, letting her experience the sensation of his erection.

"You ought to know better than to mess with me in the morning," he said to her calculating face. He banged against her repeatedly, forcing her to grunt.

"Don't start," she managed to say, spurting out words between bangs and grunts. "I won't let you stop. I'll eat every crumb."

He took her to the table next. She gave him groans of pleasure to express approval of his rough handling. He made her plunk her butt on the table by using the control he still had over her hands. She then forced him to grind down hard on her by locking her legs around his back. Clutter on the table fell to the floor as he pushed his hips up to her chest. They made sure the coffee mugs and her laptop stayed safe while making out hot and heavy.

Leanne grew submissive as Hank kept her pinned to the table. "I'll eat every bit of you," he said, leaning back to swing his meat in her face while sitting on her tits. "And you will drink me dry."

He smiled into her wide open young eyes as her gaze slowly rose to greet him. They stared at each other for a moment, until he began noshing on her neck.

"It's not fair," Leanne said as she writhed, sweet and soft and tender. "You're naked and I'm not."

"I'm wearing a bathrobe," he said while chewing on an ear.

"Not the part of you I'm feeling."

Hank grew mousy as his meek nature surfaced. While still firmly in his grasp, Leanne banged the backs of her hands on the table, hard enough to let him know that he'd better not go soft on her.

"You could be naked," he said, resuming the Dom role. "I'll undress you with my teeth."

Leanne showed her strength by forcing him to get off. She stood before him while coyly posing, playing with her fly.

"You wanna see me naked?" she asked like a litle girl.

Hank nodded his head while saying, "No."

Leanne pretended her zipper was stuck. "Come on. You"ll like what you see." She undid her pants but held them up, squishing her breasts with her elbows. "I have a real nice rack. Would you like me to use it?"

Hank continued resisting, again saying, "No" while nodding his head. He smiled ear-to-ear as Leanne kneaded her breasts with both her hands while her pants began slipping down.

"Come on. I'll use my boobs on you." She made sexy faces with her mouth and tongue while ogling his erection. "I will be real good. You'll like what I do."

With speed, Leanne pulled open Hank's robe, trapping his arms momentarily by pulling it down from his shoulders. She quickly reached around her back and undid her bra before peeping uncontrollably.

Her eyes were wide as saucers as she froze in place. "Holy shit," she said to what had stunned her, sticking out proud and angling down. "You are fucking huge!"

Hank closed his robe and grabbed Leanne near her elbows, pinning her arms behind her back. "It's over" he said. "We're done. I'm not going any further."

She fought for control, but now he showed his strength. "Look," she said like a boss. "I'm still going into work today, and I'm not letting you just stain my pants. I wanna have some fun."

"We are having fun."

Leanne wrestled free of Hank and resumed her shy girl role, again playing with her pants. She pulled them down to fully expose the entirety of her panties, creamy white and covered with frills.

She vigorously pet her frills. "Aren't these really cute?" she asked as she rubbed herself for her pleasure.

Hank laughed, from both surprise and arousal. "Oh my! They're adorable!"

As she worked hard on her frills, he admired her free swinging breasts. "You're so cute, and you know it. I also know that, no matter what, you like being the little girl in the room."

Leanne's grin grew huge, as Hank had called her ploy. "Mm-hmm. I sure do." She continued playing with her underwear, examining the hems and peeking inside them, with the intent of taking them off. "It gets me what I want almost every time."

"Oh Leanne, now stop. We are through with this. Could you hurry with my clothes? I need pants real bad."

She gave up the game. "Yeah, you're right. Let's quit." She zipped up and went to change loads from the washer to the dryer. "Come on. I'll get those cookies. Then we'll sit and eat them."

"That I'd love to do." He trailed after her, entering the kitchen. "I'm also eating your banana," he said, noticing a bowl of fruit.

"Augh!" she cried out, so loud it startled him. "You just don't give up!"

He muttered to himself. "I'm just gonna eat it, is all."

She continued being loud, her head in the washing machine. "Yeah. And then I'm eating your banana, Hottie."

"Maybe someday," Hank said, quiet so only he could hear.