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... lame, but safe, "and Marcie's too," I added, aware of my cock stiffening as if it was also thinking of the daughter's young, hot moist tightness.

I ran my hand up her thigh. "It would be good to have some time together," I said, moving my face close to hers and kissing her gently.

She responded as I hoped she would, returning my kisses and moving against me. With her body pressed against mine, it was easy to slip my hand into the warm place between her thighs and she moaned quietly.

"I don't want you to feel that I am taking advantage of you, or treating you like a cheap bar girl," I said, "but I want you to believe that I care about you and Marcie. I'd like to give you something to help both of you out. I want you both to feel more secure. I can cover the food and accommodation and get you both back home safely, but I would like you to have something more than that. Suppose I gave you twenty thousand pesos?"

"You really don't need to do that, sir, but that is most generous, thank you."

Her body moved ever so slightly across the front of my trousers so that she could move her hand between us, out of sight of others. She giggled as she felt the bulge in my trousers.

"You can both come back to my hotel. We can order food from room service. Marcie will be ok watching the tv, we can find a good film for her. A good film with a lot of noise so she won't get distracted by any other noises, and she'll have plenty to snack on."

Marie agreed, and Marcie was ...

... excited when she found out that she was going to get to see my hotel room and order whatever she fancied on room service. I don't know what else she thought might happen, but she didn't seem to care. She was happy with her new hat as well, so I think she thought I was a very nice man. I don't know what she thought about my earlier 'accidental' groping - maybe she didn't notice or really thought it had been accidental. She had giggled, which might have been girlish encouragement, but I knew if I was to have any real chance with her, I would have to have the mother first.

To impress them, I got a taxi back to the hotel. It really wasn't far and we could easily have walked, but that seemed a completely unnecessary economy, especially when I had a carefully crafted image to maintain. I also did not want them to realize that I knew my way around Manila much better than I had led them to believe.

They exchanged a few words with each other in Tagalog, or one of the various dialects, in the taxi and giggled. It might have been about the confused foreigner needing to take a taxi ride for just two blocks; it might have been that the taxi driver took us on a journey at least twice as long as it needed to be. Marie said it would be nice to relax in a comfortable air-conditioned hotel room. I said that I was going to pamper both of them well. They giggled again - I'm not sure they understood the word 'pamper'. Marcie repeated the word. I said that they would be treated well.

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