“You planning to stay dressed up for this? It’s a company suite. The partners use it for entertaining, for visitors, and for fucking their secreta...ies. Today was supposed to be for one of those secretary things, only the partner had to be out of town. So, I took it.” Her skirt hit the floor and she was dressed only in her shoes, stockings, a garter belt and panties.Vern had put his bag of sandwiches on a table and had gotten his shoes off. He was busy shedding his pants. “That’s some outfit. I. I was hard as I rock. Thank God we reached the hotel. We gave our cars to the parking attendant and headed up to their penthouse suite. The entire elevator ride up (all 17 stories) she stood between us rubbing our cocks threw our pants. Thankfully no one got on the elevator with us. Once we got into their huge suite, the wife poured us some champagne and suggested we all take a hot shower together. The shower was massive. Six people could have easily fit. It had multiple shower heads. "George all right?" He the short fellow? Yes, he hauled you here on his back. Remarkable, big as you are. Then he went off to report, said to tell you Micah was dead." I knew that, saw him die." The spurting blood replayed in my mind."Your wounds are not so bad. We sewed up you leg after we drew out a jagged piece of metal and put a few stitches in your forehead. There." she said touching my head."I'd like to get up," I said."What's stopping you?" she asked."Modesty," I said, and we both. But sometimes Jose won't listen and I ain't about to argue, because he has a temper, and he already pissed off about the money. So he gave me back my short shorts and said, "Put 'em on - we goin' up to the track."I quickly stepped into the short-shorts and followed Jose out of the arcade and into the parking area. He pointed up to the street behind the complex. "I just been up there," he said. "They's lots of cars and some rigs up there tonight. Now go ahead and get me my money."This time he.