"Sorry. Yes mistress(!)"He sarcastically answered to her."Say that again to me."She ordered him."Yes mis-"The domme suddenly spat in his face, aiming ...her spit right at his open lips. Such an act took him aback. It took a moment for the feel of the warmth and the sweet minty taste of her wet foamy spit to register on his lips and tongue."Another sarcastic word from your throat, you fucker, and I'll be jamming more than just my spit down it!"She declared as she harshly pinched his cheeks between. Then it opens and I enter. There she is, sat on the edge of the bed, her pretty yet fragile frame waiting silently. My girl closes the door and run's a cautious hand over my shoulder. 'Surprise!' And what a surprise it is.The smile is plastered across my face like a goon and I pull the girl round into my arms. 'Thank you, my girl.' 'Happy birthday, Sir.' She knew I had a thing for Asian girls. There's something very delicate about them. An air of purity and innocence wrapped in a thin veil. Ben’s number on Christine’s phone – she as the hotel’s manager and he a guest – carried no risk.Ben realised, however, that he and Christine had now – in addition to the hotel’s computer – means for getting in touch that excluded Erika. The possibility alone made Ben feel uneasy. He hoped it would not threaten their threesome.Not long after lunch, as promised, Erika came. Ben was sitting at his desk, and she quickly stepped up and into his arms. With a mischievous smile, Erika bent forward. As. She came home and we had dinner. She changed into her night casuals and started to read a book (she reads it before going to sleep. She is a fanatic of fiction and has lots of collection at home).After getting some thoughts, I called her. She didn’t respond. I went near her bed, took the book away and asked, “Are you going to the other room?” She nodded yes.I said, “What? Don’t just go. My room won’t be the same without you”. She said, “We are not the same either. You asked me to stop our.