My arms slid down her body, feeling the spot where her t-shirt had rolled up and the soft crevices in her hips. Her nose touched mine.I let my fingers...slide up beneath Kat's shirt, remembering how she'd pulled out her bra before bed and left it dangling from the back of the armchair by the window. Her breath came heavily against my face. I could feel her writhing against me and the sheets, arching her back into me and away from me."Daddy," she whispered. "Take me."My hand passed into the small. You instinctively follow my withdrawing cock, wanting it back in your mouth. I plunge back in, hard, hitting the back of your throat. You gag and splutter as I hold myself all the way inside, then pull you back by the hair, your empty mouth open and your eyes watering. “Take your hand away, you filthy slut. This isn’t about you” You rest your hands on your thighs and look up, your mascara has run. “Stand up you whore. You haven’t learned a thing, have you?” You stand as I walk around you,. I don't think anyone knows where I'm staying, not even my clients. They certainly didn't plan on meeting me here. Must be a mistake. If and when she shows up I'll just correct the situation. I thought I'd toss on a t-shirt as I was going to take a shower soon after the long flight.I had just begun to think she wasn't going to show and figured out her mistake when there was a faint knock on the hotel door. I walked over and peered through the peep hole and saw what appeared to be an average. It was late afternoon and I had no agenda to find a girl, just to stretch my legs before finding a convivial bar for a sundowner.I was walking down a street called Poonsuk Road, which separates the temple complex from the nightlife area. Originally a stream that was covered over, it meanders very slightly. Towards the northern end, there are many massage shops, a couple of them respectable, the others less so.As one walks by the long lazy drawn-out calls of ‘Hello massage’ accost one from both.