Then you came up on the bed in front of me, kissing me and letting me taste myself as you undid the blindfold. As you broke away from the kiss, I look...d you in the eyes and said, "Please..." You replied tersely, "Please what, girl?" I quickly amended my statement: "Please, Master, may your slave have your cock?" You got a wicked grin on your face as you asked, "Where would you like it?" I knew the answer to that, though: "Anywhere you would like it, Master." "Good girl," was my reward, as. It was starting to cool off, but the temperature was still comfortable."Can I ask you something?" Alan said tentatively."Sure." Do you have any fantasies?"Marissa looked at him blankly for a second."You know," he said quietly. "Sexual fantasies. Is there anything I can do for you? After all, this is our last night in Vegas."She stifled a bitter chuckle. "No. I don't have any fantasies. Not anymore." Done it all, huh?" Not quite," she replied, uncomfortable. Marissa never talked to clients about. She was grinning and waving at the press, clearly enjoying herself. She was loosely surrounded by members of the Prime Minister’s security team, some of whom were limping while others were sporting very visible bruises. They did not look very happy to be there.Two Shields, standing off to the side were shaking their heads watching Pen Sada greet the press. This was her plan, so they stood back to watch it unfold.The Prime Minister spoke into the cluster of microphones attached to the podium,. At the hostelry, some food and more champagne is ordered and we all relax a little more into each other’s company. The food is good, the wine continues to flow and the flirting goes up a notch or two, but again I’m not getting carried away as there are so many other people around. However, one by one all the other weary guests depart and eventually even the staff make their excuses and leave. As you’re the only couple staying over on the premises for the night, the owner also calls it a day.