Somebody must have been after her. Who wouldn’t be, a beautiful girl like that? ‘Helmsley Mansion? So…Is that where you live?’ I asked. She no...ded. ‘Yes.’ ‘I see. You live up there all alone in that great big place, or is there a guy in the picture?’ She sighed. ‘My husband. I live there with my….husband.’ I shot her a look. ‘Why the long pause?’ She shook her head. ‘Why do you care? Why do you want to know? What’s with all these questions?’ ‘Look, lady,’ I replied. ‘I don’t know who you are,. But Am I? No.I was preparing to make it grand, went to my room cleaned up well. Took myself a much-needed shower, I took a full see through dress and nothing underneath it. Then, opened my secret vault and took my vodka bottle. Had one peg straight away then mixed one with some juice and one without juice. Called Meera, as we were hungry, we sat on the table and opened our parcel. “Meera, I had a glass of vodka, would you like to try little?” Here it is, mixed with juice so you won’t find it. She collected a good mouthful, then swallowed, while I sprayed the last few drops over her face.She sighed.“I’d forgotten how much I used to enjoy that,” she whispered. “But now I want to taste your other juices. I want to lick your cunt.”She was blushing as she said it. Normally, she never swore, but during sex she used the filthiest language imaginable, as if she saved all the obscenities up for when she let herself go. She grabbed my hips and buried her face in my pussy. I could feel her. ."Get some damn repair men down to Sex Chamber number 27! A disaster happened!" Thomas yelled and get the transmission."What the hell is she?" Thomas asked.--A week later...Chris woke up in his room, dressing in a white satin hospital gown. He sat up on his bed, discovering Thomas who was sitting on a chair."Good morning, Christy!" Thomas said. "I was quite impressed with what happened back there. I had never seen anybody destroy my Sex Chamber, before. I must commend you for that.".