The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Do, do!

Brakhs!

The door slammed quite hard, strangely not necessarily making Mike angry. She smiled at the nervousness on Naya's face. For him tempting Naya to provide her own entertainment.

"How sir, is the tea delicious?" dina asked deliberately to hurt Mike's gaze. He who was wearing an ART uniform even deliberately flickered flirtatiously.

Mike did not reply, he sipped again the tea in hand then nodded once. "Enak" he answered briefly.

Strange, instead of going straight away Dina still remained standing there. Mike was astonished. He was silent for a few seconds until he felt something unnatural about his body. The scent of Dina's perfume gushed into the nose, making the libido slowly move up and unluckily provoked something else. The bad desire that he did not so vent to Naya earlier re-emerged, even greater. He looked at Dina.

"You're the new maid?" the tananya was flat with a cold eye highlight.

"I've been working here five months, sir," replied Dina. He smiled faintly while biting his lower lip.

Mike mangosteen. He looked closely at the flirtatious expression Dina showed. He did not even make a sound and continued to observe those shameless gestures.

"Oiya, what kind of drink are you carrying?" mike asked, he went back to sipping the tea. "I don't think Jordan ever made this tea."

"It's cardamom tea, sir. My family's hereditary concoction. This tea is great for maintaining stamina. It can also make your sleep soundly. If you like, I can make it every night for you" said Dina. Now she has her hair behind her ears. Like deliberately showing his neck that level and smooth.

Mike gulped, he couldn't hold on much longer. I don't know what perfume Dina used and I don't know what ingredients she gave me, but Mike certainly knows what her body wants. Ladies, Mike wants the warmth of women.

Suddenly the sound from inside the pants pocket changed the existing atmosphere. Quickly he put the glass in hand back into the tray that Dina held and answered the call.

"Yes, talk." Sounding Flat and full of orders.

Silent, Mike was so serious about hearing the voice of someone across the phone. His eyebrows even intertwined, but a second later he smirked.

"So she's gone back to Indonesia, huh?" mike continued with the phone still attached to the ear.

Silent again. Mike's smile and eyes showed ambiguity. Without excuse she touched her thumb to Dina's red lips. Strangely Dina actually mengemut as if Mike's thumb is candy.

Mike smiled, he was enjoying the sensation. His body was electrocuted and he loved it.

"All right, I get it. You've worked hard. I'll have Jordan make the money transfer right away" Mike continued, then quickly turned off the call. She looked carefully at how much fun Dina was at picking up her thumb.

Suddenly Mike pinched Dina's long hair. Dina of course looked up. But strangely not the sound of moans that are heard but the village of naughty. The girl even smiled flirtatiously at Mike

"You deliberately teased me?" ask Mike, flat. Professional grin of a man in clear print.

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes for you. Please allow me to serve you" said Dina, sensual.

A second later Dina groaned softly. He felt Mike's jubilant a little. The eyes of the man had also changed drastically.

"Why? Is something wrong?" dina asked, holding Mike's hand. His scalp is starting to hurt.

Mike grinned. He brought his head closer to Dina's ears. "Depreciate me. All I can talk to is just Naya. Understand."

Dina nodded. Mike also released his hand. Slowly she rubbed Dina's cheek. "I don't know what your intention is to come here. But since you've already decided so do it well."

After saying that Mike violently forced Dina to kneel in front of him. "Do it, do it well."

Meanwhile, Naya could not sleep in her room. He was agitated and just kept going back and forth looking for a comfortable position. But still, nil. His eyes were then fixed to the large 3D digital clock that was on the wall.

"Two o'clock turns out. But he didn't break in" murmured Naya. His eyes were now on the door.

A second later he hit his own head. She felt suddenly transformed into a wife who was worried about her husband.

"No, that's not true. I'm not crazy. I can't possibly crave a jerk like him. Time yes just because defended in front of Starla I immediately fell in love. Come on, Naya, don't be a baper."

Suddenly the shadow of Dina who barged into Mike's room airs in his mind. He sat down and grabbed his own hair. She was frustrated by herself imagining what adult things Mike and Dina were doing.

"Aish! Come on, I gotta calm down. The more restless the more difficult it becomes. Naya, Naya come on! You must be sane. Is it because you often sleep in bed so you crave him? Come on, don't be silly. He's dickhead. Let her be. Want to be the same Dina or any woman whatever. Nothing to do with you."

Suddenly the door handle turned. Quickly he lay down and covered almost his entire body with a blanket.

'Why did he come here again? Don't he want to continue that?'

Naya sat in agitation holding back agitated.

Dup-dup-dup-dup.

Naya's heart is always getting better. Cold sweat has even come out wetting the body. He grew even more horrified as the bed began to move.

'Mr, please ....'