.I want you to be really dirty for me. You will be really dirty for me wont you Stephen? You want to make me happy don’t you Stephen? You will do an...thing I tell you, to please me wont you Stephen?”To emphasis her point and Stephen’s growing submissive position, Lisa tightened the grip of her legs and gripping Stephen’ s hair with both hands forced his mouth tight to her pussy, so close that Stephen had difficulty breathing...and she held her new toy there, savouring the delicious feeling of. “Now do the floor.”“The floor?” Ben asked as she released his lips.“Yes. I was watching you the whole time you were in here, leaking all over the carpet. See, here! And here, and here.” He pointed at barely visible shiny spots on the carpet. Ben supposed they could be precum droplets from earlier, but could just as easily be Patrick’s from a previous night or even something like glue from months before. Being ordered around was starting to turn him on, though, so he decided to play along.“I’m. Nothing there. He checked between the mattress and the head board. Nothing there either. He checked underneath the mattress, all the way round. Nothing.Breathing fast, knowing that he was running out of time, he opened the wardrobe, moving aside shoes at the bottom. Nothing. There was a chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer. Pants and socks. Eurgh. Still nothing. He slid the drawer shut again and tried the next. Bras and swimming costumes. Nope. The next contained T-shirts and tops.“Fucks. “Mister Inoue-Stone, please come in. There’s something I want to ask you.”Royce stepped inside. This suite was one of the Garden’s best, if not its most expensive. The really expensive ones were, to his eyes, gaudy as fuck, but high rollers and guests with more money than taste flocked to them. This one was designed with longer-term stays in mind with generously-sized bedrooms, multiple en suite bathrooms, a full kitchen, and sturdy furniture meant to be lived on rather than just admired. If.