Most of them could sound belittling, and she was right not to use those. I would never be Mandy’s baby, but I was happy for her to call me her belov...ed, and tell me she adored me.Licking my nipples was getting us both very aroused. It might have been a bit too intense for her. She tried to move away, and I had fun pressing her head against me, grabbing handfuls of hair to keep her in place. When she tried touching herself, I stopped her, too, and made it clear my pleasure was her one and only. But, I’ve always been a light sleeper, no matter how tired, drunk, or a combination thereof I am. So when some strange noises started coming from the next room at about two a.m., it woke me up. I turned on the nightstand lamp and listened. It took me about a minute to remember that I had a guest in the room; but, now concerned that she might be having a problem, I paid a little more attention. As I listened more intently, I realized that what I heard was moaning. At first I thought that Susan. Once the mask was on, breathing was restricted, the vision was compromised, the feeling was claustrophobic.It definitely was not one of those loose faux-leather masks that are available in every sex shop, at the front, the vanilla section. The seal was tight around my head; the only air I could get was through the filter – it tasted metallic, mixed with the taste of rubber. The sound inside the mask resembled the one of being underwater – strangely contained, intensified, interspersed with your. “Hideki, I’m scared,” I whispered nervously fearing that we would be locked up indefinitely.“Don’t worry, let me do all the explaining,” Hideki reassured me. It didn’t help much, but it did calm my nerves a little.A few minutes later, an older Chinese man walked in the room. He appeared to be about 40 years old and he was dressed in a blue suit. He had small, almond-shaped eyes and thinning salt and pepper hair.“Of all the fucking stupid shit people can do!” The detective exclaimed.My nerves.