Once more I found myself lost in the hotel. A door took us to a stairwell I'd never seen before, and this time we headed upwards. It seemed like we we...e returning to the main area of the hotel where I had stayed originally.We walked down a particularly long corridor. It was decorated in pastel shades, lit with discreet, diffused uplighting and adorned with the occasional piece of 'non objective' art. In other words it was a normal hotel corridor. It seemed a very different place to the rooms I. “I wonder how long I have to wait before it activates?”She then stepped over to the saddle stand and picked up a shiny black ass plug. She stuck it into her mouth and began licking and slobbering on it to lubricate it. She knew that special lubricants would make it go in much easier, but she enjoyed the dirtiness of putting the ass plug into her mouth. For some reason it excited her.After a few moments she squatted slightly and began pushing the plug into her ass. It never went in really easy. " I'm here every Monday to Friday." She found herself delighted they would be happy for her to entertain them again."You have make us happy. It would makes us VERY HAPPY to see you before we go."That feeling was so good, looking around the pub to see the regulars still watching the TV."I'm a married woman in a small town, and it wouldn't look right. I mean, it's a small town, what would people say?" They say you done a good job to make them so happy."Marie was now contemplating leaving the pub. She’d brought them over for us. The others all look on with very wide eyes.With a huge grin Diane says, “There’s another over at the bar.” The couple that missed out at the first cake stampede over to the bar while the rest of us laugh. Both cakes are soon all gone, or going as we eat them.By the time tea-time’s over we’re all happily fed with satisfied sweet teeth when Sharon sends them back to work, and I sit down to read. For the rest of the morning people snack on the cakes when they go.