-Chang, with Charlotte and Roxanne in Roxanne's area of the suite-<br/><br/>Chang watched Roxanne and Charlotte before him, a true smile of delight on his face. His body remained sprawled upon the chaise, one leg to the floor, the other across the cushion, as Roxanne administered a "punishment" to Charlotte. To many it would seem callous, potentially malicious, that he would have the young blond tormented so. Chang, however, knew the women whom he had asked to keep his secrets, he trusted them, and, in his own way, he loved them. Never had he been more dedicated to others than he was with Roxanne, Marie, and Charlotte. Charlotte, the youngest and newest of them all, had much to learn about the others, and about him. She had taken to the earthly delights, the pleasures and desires of the flesh with a wild abandon, but all things must have balance.<br/><br/>He felt his body stir at the sight of Charlotte bent to her knees, the smooth curves of pristine and soft flesh. Each of the harlots was different, each of them beautiful in so many ways, and Charlotte was no exception. Few woman had her ability of abandon and innocence, and Chang loved that about her. The sight of Roxanne's hand, more experience, more sure, atop the younger Charlotte's flesh was almost hypnotic. He smiled as Roxanne used her tongue first to tease Charlotte, a nice addition to the pleasure the spanking would provide. He felt himself flush, fill just a little, beneath the silken pants that he wore. He knew his own battle of control would occur even as Charlotte's battle began.<br/><br/>Each spank sent a jolt of pleasure through Chang as he watched the women perform. He felt it run from crown to toe, fight to harden his flesh, to fill him and leave him ready for either of the women, or both their needs. But he denied himself the fullness of an erection, he fought himself, to experience the ache, the need, the want. He also fought so that he could focus on Charlotte, and on Roxanne, as the sounds of Charlotte's spanking filled the air. The catching of her breath between sobbing and begging. The heaviness of her breathing and the sound of tears in her voice. Charlotte's sounds could have been recorded, and sold as an aphrodisiac, Chang had debated this already more than once.  The scent of the young woman's arousal, the hint of the physical exertions happening in the room where decadent. He could pick out Charlotte, but he also knew Roxanne, and he knew that to pull up her skirt and he would find glistening wet flesh.<br/><br/>Chang heard Charlotte cry out, and watched as Roxanne stopped. Roxanne was in no way mean or cruel to the younger woman, but Roxanne knew how to play the game. Chang regarded her for a moment, seeing the flush of life across her features, the heave of her corseted chest from the spanking of young Charlotte, the stray locks of hair that had come loose during the activity. He uncoiled from the chaise and moved across the floor with silent bare feet, moving to stand behind Roxanne. He pushed to her, letting his chest rest against her back.<br/><br/>"Beautiful my dears, very beautiful. Charlotte, you must thank Marie later for her lesson, she will be as proud as I am to know how you have faced it this morning." His hands worked up, Roxanne's hips, over the curve of her breasts and on to her shoulders. There they rested for just a moment before moving back down Roxanne's arms, taking her at the elbows and locking there. His voice did not change as he continued to speak. " Charlotte my lovely, don't you think you should thank Roxanne for her assistance today?"<br/><br/>The tone of his voice hinted to the potential delights to be had as Chang held Roxanne in place in front of the kneeling Charlotte. He looked to the blond, a smile of encouragement on his face as he now held her tormentor before him. It was rare for a good deed to go unpunished here, luckily, the punishments were often times as pleasing at the deeds.<br/><br/>"Once you thank Roxanne, I will attend to you and your discomfort, and you will escort me to meet the patrons and the guest. So... you must be quick with your thanks." Again the tone was calm, as if plotting the day over tea and not the carnal and debauched revelry that had been entertained thus far.