‘Shhh, my Isabelle. We don’t want anyone hearing us.’ ‘Yes Sir, sorry Sir. It’s just that you said eight spanks, Sir. But that was nine.�...� He touched her raw, sensitive flesh, and she mewled in pleasure, heightening her sexual arousal. The mixture of pain and pleasure accumulated in a well of passion between her thighs. They were drenched with her juices. ‘One more won’t do any harm.’ Smack! Isabelle’s hips thrust into his leg, her ass cheeks shuddering as she writhed in pleasure. . In the beginning, peeling back her layers was exciting. We would lay awake all night talking and fucking, and exploring those little corners of each other’s minds that are so raw you rarely ever let anyone else in. She told me about growing up in Arizona, feeling trapped by the inertia of her life there. Her childhood had been a mess, but then again so had mine. My mother had left my dad when I was young, abandoning us both, and aside from teaching me how to hit the waves on the beach, he'd. I didn't know anywhere else to go." Well, come in and make yourself at home." I almost said homely. Well, she was! I was sure she was self-conscious about the way she looked, and I didn't want to add to her problems. Hell, she just moved in across the street. I needed to build bridges, not erect walls.She moved from the entryway to the living room and sat down on the couch. I took a seat at the other end, facing her. She crossed her legs. Her jacket was still on, but her legs seemed to be bare. The name of the hotel was One Central Hotel and Suites. Marie knew that this hotel was one where many foreigners stayed, so it would not be unusual for a guest to bring a Filipina “friend” to his room. A few dollars slipped to the staff made sure that nobody would comment or ask for ID. Even though there were two Filipinas would not be unusual.Jane phoned Brad before they reached the hotel, and he was waiting for them in the lobby. Marie thought of the many times that she had entered a hotel.