She laughed as she rested her head against his chest again, “Handsome it is then.”The stood that way for several minutes, just enjoying the feelin... of being close, when the desk clerk cleared his throat, “Your keycard Miss.”Gayle leaned back again, searching Victor’s eyes as she spoke, “Can you make two keycards?”Victor blinked, then smiled slightly, “Are you sure?”She swallowed hard, trembling slightly, “N…no, but I want you to take the card anyway…please?”“Make another card.” Victor smiled. A couple hours after he had left though, I was starting to feel bored and lonely, and had run out of ways to keep my mind off the itchy rash that was covering a decent portion of my chest. I’d done everything I knew how to do, and well, all the books I wanted to read were in Master’s bedroom. As was Master, who I really wanted to cuddle up with under the blankets as I felt his abs. Or possibly to have him lay his head in my lap as I fed him something, and maybe played with his hair. My train. Ooooohhhh!!!! or lips gulo amake pagol kore dicchilo.Amra prai 1 hour moro golpo korlam.Totokhon e debarati r baccha ta ghumiye porlo.Oke bed e rekhe ese amake bollo tar sathe uporer floor e tar bedroom e jete.Ami or pichone pichone jete laglam.Or bedroom e dhoka matro e ami feel korte parlam je ami ekta royal palace e chole esechi.Room ti khub costly item diye decorated.Se amake ask korlo je ami ki bhabe amar massage start korbo r se ki dress pore thakbe!!Ami debarati ke bollam je ekta towel. He smiled, pleased that she had indulged a little.“So, who are we dining with tonight?” he asked.“It’s just us,” she replied.“Seriously?”“Seriously. We were supposed to dine with Lars and his wife, Inga. But, apparently, their daughter, Elke, who was an understudy in a play, suddenly got moved up to a starring role in the lagere school production, so they had to decline,” she explained.McKinley tilted his head. “Lagere school?”“Primary school, or elementary school. Elke’s eight years old, so.