Given her other wonderful qualities, David was surprised she did not stop the day he left Earth orbit.David's PC beeped announcing an incoming message... David was hoping that it was his apartment locator service informing him that they had found an apartment for him. Looking at the screen he saw that the message was from Mr. Dalrimple, the Red River Plant Manager. Hopefully, this meant that David was about to make Robert Allen Trump III a very happy man. If that happened then David would. Robertson?” a well-dressed young lady inquired of Lynette’s dad as we approached room 107.“I’m Mr. Robertson, what can I do for you?”“I’m Ms. Sotheby, and I’m the financial liaison with the hospital. Your wife said you had your daughter’s OHIP card, which I’ll need to make a copy of, along with your driver’s license, please.”“Oh, sure. Mike, why don’t you go onto the room, and I’ll be there as soon as I get this handled.”“Yes, Sir,” I replied and walked by two more rooms before I came to room. He could feel the tension dissolving as her hands slowly massaged away the day's problems. She continued to work her way down his spine until the first stirrings of arousal became evident and he had to shift his position to make room underneath his hips for the growth in his groin.Her hands on his buttocks only intensified the feeling. When they slipped between his cleavage and brushed against his anus he could not stifle the gasp of delight. She worked further down and her fingertips touched. “If you have enough blessing to share, how could I possibly refuse?” she asked in a faux-innocent tone, letting her other hand caress the knuckles of his hand to take the goblet. The hand palming his own gold joined in on holding the cup, bringing it to her lips. She let the coins clatter on the table as she returned his goblet to him, empty of course.“I wouldn’t dare waste a single drop of your blessing,” she whispered, leaning closer to him, letting her breasts rest on the lip of the table..