I believed more turned on than angry.I don’t think she gave a fuck if I knew, either.Pressing my face to her, he barked out an order.“Clean her fa...e and neck, panty-waist, boy.”“You can’t do this,” I said. “You’ve got rules.”“Rules, you see anyone here, anyone at all, to enforce any, fucking, rules? Who the fuck gonna believe your sissy, pasty ass about anything, boy?”My heart pounded, my mouth turned to cotton, and my bladder screamed at me. Clutching my neck harsher, he pushed me closer to. I found my voice and stuttered, “Oh, yes, fine, sorry.” I was almost at a loss for words and she smiled, I was clearly not the first man to have gazed in wonder at her beauty. “I was thinking about having a tattoo” I said. She laughed and said without any sarcasm “Lucky you came here then and not to the opticians next door” and I smiled at the humour. The ice had been broken and she reached forward to get a pad and a pen from the desk in front of her. “Is this your first tattoo?” she asked. Dinner was a quiet affair from Kentucky Fried Chicken with all the trimmings. Carmanza let it be known she was a wiz in the kitchen; she was big on family dinners. Pam told her she would love the kitchen we are getting in the new house as it was large and any gadget you can dream of would be in said kitchen.After dinner Carmanza asked, “Could I go to the suite I was in earlier?”“Yes feel free to use the phone or anything else here in the hotel. I am responsible for all of you as long as you are. He bent forward and cupped his face in his hands, shaking his head as if he was guilty of some unforgivable crime, his conscience panged by guilt. He didn't notice that Monique had returned with a large maroon coloured cardboard box in her arms. She quietly sat back down on the footstool and gently removed one of his hands from his face.“Steve, remember what I said. There's nothing to be ashamed about.”, she said while gazing in his eyes.“I...I'm sorry, I'm just so overwhelmed with this whole.