As time ticked by I almost left and chickened out, but just as I was about to leave I got a text from my gentleman (which is what he truly was)and I k...ew there was no turning back. I gave him the room number and he said he would be right up, my heart was pounding and my pussy was aching I had to satisfy this thirst.Then there was a knock on the door and my heart skipped a beat as I quickly checked myself over in the mirror. I was wearing a black and white spaghetti strap dress, cut just right. I asked her if that was her normal breakfast, and she replied. "Yeah, most mornings but today I cut out the orange juice"I tried to go back to my paper but she just kept up a running conversation between bites of her breakfast. I really am not a rude person so I did respond once in a while. To what she was talking about was things right out of the morning papers and not a lot of female jabbering.After she had finished the last of her biscuits and gravy as well as the third cup of tea she. "What this dump? With its chrome appliances? And stellar view? Did I mention the satellite TV? No? Hmm, well, anyway, like I said, I dabble. I have sold a couple of books, I trade favors with those that have something I need and might not be able to pay for in the normal method and when things get really tight, I actually work for a living. I have a contract in London late next week in fact that will pay me enough to let me put my feet up and do nothing for the rest of the year if I really felt. She is wearing her skirt short so she can make men stare at her, make them want her. Look how naughty she is now, hiking it so you can see more of her. You can't keep from peeking between her legs."Judith's hand was on the bulge in my pants now. "Her sex is working on you, David. She is making you want to fuck. Your prick is getting hard, my darling. See how she has her skirt almost up to her crotch. She wants you, too." Now go over and sit by her." Then Judith dropped her voice so only I could.