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Yi-Li was twenty-seven-years-old. I took her to one of the most romantic restaurants along the bay. She was a real estate broker. "Claude, I just sold one of the largest commercial buildings in Taiwan. I'm here celebrating. Celebrating in a way I could never at home."

"What do you mean?"

"Of course, I could never sunbath like I'm doing here. I'd get arrested. And to be in the company of a man I hardly know, alone. My family might disown me."

"Anything else?"

Yi-Li blushed.

After dinner, "now that we know each other, would you like to see my garden?"

She laughed, "Claude, it's ten o'clock. I've had a wonderful time, but I don't think it's your flowers that you want to show me." She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the mouth. "but I'm sure, those flowers will look beautiful in the morning light."

To make sure you understand, our entire conversation was in French. The only language that I, Claude Patenaude, spoke.

She may have been a traditional Taiwanese woman, but it didn't take long for me to realize that I wasn't going to be her first.

Those tits were even more beautiful up close; better still when Yi-Li straddled my chest and put them in my face, she giggled, "I'm glad you like them, but I know a little about men. I'm sure you'd like to see them." She reached over and turned on the light on the nightstand.

"Yi-Li, you're beautiful."

"And my tits?"

"Gorgeous." I kissed them all over.

"Claude, I have the most sensitive nipples. When a man does them just right, I'll do anything."

For the next fifteen minutes, I did them just right. Yi-Li wasn't just saying that. I mean about doing anything.

She went down on me.

It was a memorable blowjob. By that I mean as good as I'd ever had, and if you've read this far you know some of the women I'd been with belonged in the Fellatio Hall of Fame, but she didn't make me cum.

When she felt me getting close, "oh no you don't. You have my pussy so wet. You need to fuck me." She rolled onto her back.

"Perhaps, before I fuck you . . ."

I started to go down on her.

"Not tonight. My pussy needs your cock. It needs it NOW!!!"

"Hopefully, you'll give me the pleasure another time."

"I'll hold you to that." She smiled.

As you know, I'd had good fucks before. Old women, relatively young women. Women who thought I had the biggest cock ever and wanted to demonstrate their pussy and mouth knew how to please it. Yi-Li wasn't just a good fuck; she was a great fuck. A great, great fuck. I'd nominate her for the Fucking Hall of Fame.

When we finished, she snuggled into my arms, "that was marvelous. Now, unless you're a lying piece of shit, you'll keep your promise and eat my pussy in the morning."

"I thought you wanted to see the flowers in my garden."

She smiled, "I assure you, Claude, you'll enjoy a fragrance far superior to anything in your garden."

That was no lie. The sweetest, most delicious pussy I'd ever enjoyed. If you recall since Princess Sophie von Hauphtmann introduced me to the joy pussy eating, there was never a finer tasting pussy. I'd highly recommend Taiwanese pussy.

Yi-Li did not go home Saturday morning. She left Sunday afternoon only because she needed some clothes.

She was renting a house less than a mile from mine along the beach. During the day, she sunbathed topless, but no longer on the beach, but on a chaise on my patio. ‘Are you trying to entice me?"

"Am I doing a good job"" she laughed. Then stood up and rubbed a hand across the front of my swimsuit. "Oh Claude, I am, I am. Take me to bed. Or you can do me right here if you can't wait."

When I was with Yi-Li, I could never wait.

"Claude, my holiday ends tomorrow. I'm scheduled to go home, but I could extend it another week or so, if you'll have me."

Yi-Li made that suggestion after a blowjob that made my cock as hard as it had ever been.

She stayed a month. A month of fucking, sucking, pussy eating.

Some nights we spent at my home; other nights at hers. Almost always, we'd sleep together. In the morning, I'd make the short walk into the village, buy a fresh baguette and we'd have breakfast together.

I'd walk back along the beach, staring at the women who were just starting to sunbathe topless. "See anything interesting?" Yi-Li would ask, knowing what I'd been looking at.

"Not as interesting as these." I'd maneuver behind her and feel up those gorgeous tits.

She giggled, "while you were gone, I took a shower. How about some delicious Taiwanese pussy for breakfast?"

"Hmmm, a fresh baguette or delicious Taiwanese pussy for breakfast. Yi-Li, that's a difficult choice," I laughed as I dragged her to the bedroom.

The way I organized my finances, was that about once a month I'd check my account with the local bank, and if I needed money contact my Swiss bank and had money transferred. Just before I met Yi-Li I'd transferred 30,000 Euros.

A few days after she left, I checked my local bank account. It was fine, but in another two weeks I'd need to contact my Zurich bank for more.

Two weeks later, when I contacted my Swiss bank on-line, I was informed that my accounts were empty. I called, "sir, you withdrew all your savings ten days ago."

"I did not. Where did I transfer them to?"

"All I can tell you is that all your accounts were transferred to your account with the Bank of the People's Republic of China. We were surprised that you moved all of it."

Of course, I didn't have an account with any bank in China.

I couldn't go to the police. I was sure they'd ask how I accumulated such a large sum of money. If you must know, my Swiss bank accounts, and I had a number of them, totaled close to a hundred million dollars. I was very good at what I did.

I called Pierre Choiniere. "Claude, I know a guy on the Marseilles police department. He owes me a few favors."

A week later, I met Jean Fonteneau at my home. "Nice view," he smiled, as he looked at the women sunbathing topless just a few meters beyond my patio.

I explained what happened. "Have you had any visitors lately? House guests?"

In general terms I mentioned Yi-Li.

"Mr. Patenaude, give me a week or two, I'll make some calls."

Ten days later, Jean Fonteneau knocked on my door. We talked on the patio. "Claude, does the view ever change?"

"No. Some are big, some are small and on occasion a woman will not only forget her top, but her bottom as well. I never get tired of the view." I laughed.

We both stared for a minute as two twenty-year-old girls adjusted their chaises. They were both topless.

Finally, "now, let's get down to business." From his briefcase he took a folder. "Is this the woman who was your house guest?" He handed me a picture of Yi-Li. In fact, a number of pictures.

It was without question her.

"Ah yes. Her name, or the one we know her as is Mei Chen and she's an operative for the People's Republic of China. The French police knew she was in France, but had no idea where."

"What does that mean?"

"Claude, she's a trained honeypot. The Chinese government identifies wealthy men who might be susceptible to, let me be blunt, pussy and has women like Mei Chen get close to them. I'm afraid it means that the Chinese government, through Mei Chen, hacked into your accounts. There is no way that we can recover them. Neither can the Swiss."

I thanked Jean Fonteneau. "I'm glad I could help. Pierre is a good friend. I'm sorry I don't have better news."

I was devastated. I didn't have much money left, even after I sold my home.

The only sensible decision was to move back to my hometown, which was now part of a much larger country, and resume my life as Ivan Rudzinski.

It was a bitter pill to swallow, but I didn't have much choice. I was now twenty-eight-years-old and almost financially broke, but I did have some incredible memories.

TO BE CONTINUED

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