It was spotless and looked exactly as it did before Ming-Lee arrived. Now my curiosity was piqued, how did this girl live? Where were all her personal...items? Nervously I glanced around to be sure I wasn't being spied on and stepped into the room carefully shutting the door behind me. The sun was coming in through the glass double french doors leading to the balcony just as it did in my room. Just as mine Ming-Lee's room was painted soft eggshell white. The furniture was black lacquer, which is. I finally just had him running to the stables and back to see if you'd shown up about every 20 minutes or so, just like Amanda's brother! He's got the hots for you. You should take him up on the offer, trust me, he's not as bad as he seems. He's mostly ... Well never mind"Cleo stopped whatever it was she was going to say."Ok," Cleo said, "So ok it's not Dean." Dismissing Dean as an issue.Snap, I thought, almost side tracked her.I folded my hands on the book, I put the most solemn look I could. Unreasonable. Ifelt my soldier's instincts take over as I sized them up, glancing behindthem to see who else might jump in.Which was everybody."Hey, whoa. Stand down," a big guy said, moving up alongside the twowomen. "It's okay, she's with me." The women didn't seem particularlysatisfied with that, so the guy nodded to the bartender. "Hey, Frank. Acouple beers for the guys here, yeah?"Temporarily mollified, the two women backed down and returned to theirgame of pool as their group continued to. I moved my fingers gently through her hair and pressed her lips down around the base of my prick as I stared blindly at the TV. I could hear the rain pounding down on the roof as Emily gagged ever so slightly on my dick. Still she had a lot to learn, but she was improving, and I loved using my slave. I could smell the turkey roasting in the kitchen and knew Monique was watching the oven timer intently. There wasn’t much else she could do, she wasn’t allowed to dismount the little.