Lying diagonally across the black satin duvet is a single yellow rose with a red wildlife card attached saying: To my dearest Olivier. Enjoy the...weekend special. All my love Kiara xxxxx. He is smiling from ear to ear and I want him to kiss, touch, caress and taste my intimate parts all night. OOoh yes I really do. “I want to show you something. Please lie down on the bed and wait.” I request. His smile confirms the hidden message has hit home. It takes me around 10. . but ... then ... the tax was paid.Damnit!So ... I asked the propaganda crew, “Can I buy a ticket here?”“Yes.” The big boss handed me a selection sheet.I circled the required numbers and the date. They ran it through their printer and handed me the ticket. I signed it on the spot.The News crews ... there to spread my fame as a Lottery winner far and wide ... took pictures of the eternal optimist ... that’s me ... and the Director as he handed me the ticket.Now I had some money ... instead of. “You shouldn’t be doing this.” “Mmmmm. That… is a good looking cock James,” Emily whispers, looking longingly at my genitals. “I hope Alex takes care of it like I taught her to.” “W… W… What?!” I stammer in reply. “Didn’t you ever wonder who gave Alex the idea of surprising you like that after your lecture?” Emily sultrily retorts, “You have to admit, James. It was out of character for Alex.” I had to silently agree with Emily, it was out of character for you to be that sexually aggressive.. He looks surprised, looks at me, and then back at you. You walk back towards me, whisper in my ear. Room 1207. Five minutes. He follows you to the elevator, and I watch as your hips sway so slowly. I take my time to finish my drink, wondering what you're doing. Every minute feels like an eternity, and I'm getting hard, imagining what I'm about to see. I walk over to the elevator. Hit 12. Smile at a couple as I ride up. Room 1207. The door is cracked open, so I walk in. The lights are so low.