"No, I didn't think you would be." She sat down and poured for both ofus. We both took it black. "Tell me, do Private Investigators have thesame rules...as lawyers and psychiatrists and priests?" You mean confidentiality? No. Unfortunately." But you're a discrete man," she said."Very much so," I said."Good. I like a discrete man," she said. The old Sydney Greenstreet linesounded odd coming from her beautiful mouth.She took a sip of coffee. "I had a serious birth defect, Mr. Tarlow. Itwas a. "With our apologises Ma'am," the handsome bartender says as he flashes me a quick smile. Sipping on my yummy margarita, I relax a bit more as I take in the 1920's retro decor. Although the theme of the hotel is roaring 20's, the actual style and arrangement of the furniture is very eclectic.Enjoying the scenery, and of course my refreshing drink, I notice an older distinguished looking gentleman enter the room and look around before turning to leave. Out of the corner of my eye I see him stop. I took my time, just giving him a little taste, then pulling out, feeding Pablo a little more each time. He looked like he was in a trance, his face hard, intense and concentrating. Then I plunged down onto him and felt his stiffness deep inside of me. That was it, he couldn't let me be in charge anymore, he grabbed my waist, lifted me a little higher and then started fucking his cock in and out of me, making slapping noises as his balls connected with my butt cheeks. I leaned over and kissed. It suddenly came to me that the first time I had actually taken Nurse Ginny into my bed she had an accident and had wetted my pajama bottoms from waist to toe and we had laughed at it as just too much wine before going to sleep. Looking back on it now, I suspected she was venting her need to use her fetish to get off whilst I was sleeping and had probably enjoyed it immensely.Of course, the Coronavirus changed everything at the hospital.No more candy stripers walking around waiting to be taken.