Her soft sigh makes me want to drag her home.
"Hi," she smiles at me.
The softness in her eyes makes my c**k harden.
"Don't even think about it," she laughs, but I can smell her arousal. "Toby's taking a nap."
I look over her shoulder to see my son sprawled on the bed, his hands and feet spread out, his shirt pulled up, and his little belly exposed.
"He was waiting for you, and then he just crashed. Why don't you come out on the balcony? We can talk easier there?"
I let her pull me to the balcony, and I wondered when I began to let Aisha pull me around. I like it when she tells me what to do, ordering me about as if it is her right. It pleases me.
"I actually came here to give you this," I handed her a hotel key.
She blinks, "What am I supposed to do with this?"
"I want to take yo
