Sensing that, Mr. Biggenstiff gave the boy a delicious, 20-minute footmassage. Relaxing the boy considerably.So he could FUCK him right then and ther...!!!No.Be patient.Mr. Biggenstiff was patient."I'm glad you're feeling better, honey. Let me draw you a nice hot bath,so you can relax before bed. Unless you want me to help you undresssomemore."Stacey was quick to tell Mr. Biggenstiff that he did NOT need any furtherhelp undressing.Stacey had vowed never to be naked around Mr. Biggenstiff.Only. By the time we finally arrived, I had a headache and I welcomed the quietude of nature. I wanted to go for a relaxing walk, but she insisted I first get settled in and catch up with my cousin. Since they were the hosts, I did as I was asked. The next few hours were spent exchanging small talk with my cousin. She may have been my age, we had nothing in common. She was a total airhead and conversation with her was limited to fashion and which actors she found hot. I had little interest in fashion. “What is the souvenir?” I asked Mr. Patel.“I wanted to keep the thong panties of this special lady as a souvenir.” He said sheepishly. “And Mr. Kumar, give me a few minutes, I shall hand over the contract to you and then I need to sleep. I am famished!!”Patel brought out the documents from his briefcase, signed it and handed them over to me. I thanked him and left his room with mixed feelings. I have used my own sister’s services to get the contract, at the same time I was happy I got the. I boiled water in the electric tea pot for coffee that next morning. I hadn't done used the teapot before that morning. Things had previously conspired against me. The two cups of coffee make cowboy style, as my dad had called it, when he did it over a campfire in my youth, were the best I ever had. I decided that as I sat under a tree on my camp space and sipped the not too hot coffee.For the first time it seemed that I was on the road with nothing to do but ride and look at the passing.