A deeper glance into her mind reveals that she is eighteen and is using this job as a working holiday. Looks like I’ll be adding some Scandinavian f...avor to my French evening. The hotel keys are electronic, with a little mental push it is simple for Linnea to create three keys, one for the teacher’s room, one for the dark-haired girl’s and another for an unoccupied room. I head for the elevator. I consider ordering Linnea to join me, but it occurs to me that her abandoning her post would be. I let my eyes drift closed again and was asleep.I was awakened by a golden-haired vision leaning over me. The long curls were only partly caught up in a knot in back, and stray wisps floated around her face.“Riley?” I thought. Apparently the words didn’t make it out of my mouth. What would Riley be doing here?“Dag! Wake up. Dag!” No, not Riley. Angel. Was I going to wake up every time I thought I was dying to a beautiful woman leaning over me? I could get used to it. She was certainly lovely.My. He took less time to come than I had when I masturbated in my hotel room the night before. But I had no doubt that that those who called her phone number would find Krysta knew full well how to take a man to the brink and how to make him wait! He thrust his hips forward, gave a grunt I could hear over the music, then his muscular body juddered and his jet of semen arching across the bed glistened under the spotlights.They climbed off the bed. They stood side by side, a strand of semen dangling. "You are *not* worthless, baby girl! Farfrom it!" She knelt lower and draped herself over my back and held metight. "I love you, Joanne, I love you like a sister, like agirlfriend, and Mom loves you like a daughter." I heard the emotion inher voice and I knew she was telling the truth. "Do you feel badbecause of the surprise or because you earned money doing something youlove? Please don't tell me you think me or Mom are bad people becausewe earn our money having sex?" I started to calm.