The concierge made a credit chip for me, to give to Kendrick.Before going back to the room, I twixted my Metal World agent for an early morning appoin...ment, and let him know what I needed to purchase. I then commed Sergei to let him know when we would be leaving. I also let him know that if his D-Hopper, Dan Staffer, and landscape photographer, Tim Hart, were here early, they could have lunch with us before we left.I needed to talk with Kendrick and I wanted it to be a private meeting, so. My eyes took in the beautiful sight of her ass and the lovely lace detail of her panties as we went up the stairs. We walked to the end of the hallway and found the only empty room left.“You have a condom?” she asked, opening the door to the room.“I’ll go get one,” I said, turning around to go downstairs.“It’s ok,” she said, grabbing my arm and bringing me into the room.She locked the door and then sat on the bed with her legs crossed, which brought attention to her thick thighs.“So you are. But I stayed in character as she stood up and, chomping gum, walked up next to me. She began to unbutton her white shirt, leaving it open and revealing cleavage and a lacy half-bra that barely covered her nipples. “You’re a walking violation , miss.” I said, looking her over. “You’re wearing way too much make-up. That skirt is too short…and are you wearing a garter belt? Lift your skirt and let me see.” Michelle pulled her skirt up to reveal her creamy thighs and the edges of her black lacy. No way in hell was she going to go down 2-0 to Tara Tennyson. A few minutes of wandering later, Sasha's train of thought was interrupted again by the feeling of rubbing under her armpits, and a breeze against her skin. She looked down again, and gasped in surprise. The baggy white shirt was now baggy no longer. The bottom of the shirt, which previously had sat comfortable halfway down her beautiful posterior, now rested at her navel, and the shirt was now noticeably tightening around her sides,.