Her lips curling. “From now on, dyke, you will only speak when given permission. And when you do, you address me as Mistress!”“Oh, you think I�...m going to be intimidated by my lezzie—”CRACK!My head snapped around. My cheek throbbed worse. I blinked, shaking my head. That hurt.“What did I just tell you, dyke?”“Stop calling me dyke!” I hissed, glaring up at her. “I don’t care how often you slap me—” SLAP!“¡Chingados!” I howled. “Stop doing—”SMACK!My head whipped to the left this time, my other. .. He kept all that shit off me so you’d better not give him a bad time.”I interject, “Here are the sleeping arrangements for tonight, Bill you and Vic share a room, the pilot gets a room of his own and Sam and I are sharing a room.”We land without problems, the hotel limousine is waiting for us and takes us to the hotel. We check in and I mention to Sam, “You shower first then we need to send your clothes and shoes out for cleaning.”Samantha asks, “Do I smell that bad?”I shake my head no and. She had on a white blouse and it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits swayed in the material and you could see her hard nipples. After checking in, Maureen hugged my arm and glanced at the boy in tow. She asked, "How old is he?"When we got in the elevator I told Chris to tell her how old he is. He told her he’s 20 but everyone says he looks 16. She asked if he sucked my cock and he said that he loved it. I was the first guy whom he ever swallowed. She approached him and slipped. I just want to talk about ways we can spice things up together. Also I know that I have a role in this also, so please don’t think I am blaming you for anything or dumping this all on you. Are we good?” she asked that last part a bit hesitantly.I gave her a big hug and kiss.“Yeah darlin’, we are good.” I replied.My mind was pretty much put at ease. Over the years the two of us had been able to have the big, uncomfortable conversations and not let them go nuclear. The last one had been about our.