She wore six inch high black stilettos and nothing else but a smile. Rap music filled the hallway. “Hotel Security,” I announced, “I’m just ch...cking on the Party and our staff.” “Are we too loud?” the nubile young lady asked as the ‘boom-boom-boom” base beat blasted away. “No, ma’am,” I responded. “I’m just making sure everything is OK with our room service…” Before I could finish my sentence, she grabbed the lapels of my suit and pulled me into the room, slamming the door behind me. Three. * * * Vala sat bolt upright in bed, the scream still on her lips, ringing through her small chamber. She looked around wildly but Else and Inga were nowhere to be seen. Rather, Branwen and Greta were looking at her with wide, terrified eyes. ‘What is wrong Mistress?’ They both asked in unison. ‘Are you alright? Are you ill?’ Branwen said, coming closer and looking into Vala’s eyes. Her hands, soft and warm, came up and cupped Vala’s cheeks, forcing Vala to look into her brilliant green eyes.. But, with her hand dropping away from me she stood, looked me in the eye as she bought the finger that had been inside me to her lips, and soooo sloooowly licked it and then sucked it between her lips, “Tim is absolutely correct darling, you do taste delicious, now lay back on the bed with your bottom n the edge,” she instructed as she slipped her own panties down her legs and off, she was completely beautifully naked , her pussy lips splayed in arousal and glistening with her moisture. I lay. I try to calm myself, taking deep breaths as she approaches. As we stand before one another, staring silently, we speak. Yet these are not words heard by any but us, our souls communicating through a shared thread of existence. I reach to touch her face, and upon contact it is as though a million tiny firecrackers explode in my fingertips. I see visions of our past, of years and lifetimes we have shared holding, clinging to one another. Yes I know this woman; this is my woman, my soul mate, the.