Still dressed in his stewardess uniform, Jackanswered the door and saw Samantha standing before it.She invited him to the room she was staying in with...Gretchen. Havingnothing better to do, Jack put on his flats and walked down to theirroom.Jack walked in and saw that they had ordered room service."What's this?" Jack asked."Well, we figured that we'd give you a little gift since you do not seemto want to go out to eat tonight, right?" Samantha said."No way," Jack replied with a smile."I don't. Nothing.Pfffffffffffft.Susan, in the bed next to his, reached down to the floor. He heard a click. The lamp went out. Oh.So, electricity, then! The lamp had looked too ancient for that. Oil, surely. Well, maybe Scatterbrook Farm wasn’t quite so ancient. Still, no WiFi…..John lay down in the darkness, nestling into the warmth of the thick blankets. His hand slipped under the band of his pyjamas, to its usual place, fingers over his cock, already semi-stiff.His phone. Where was his phone? It. I turned a page. I found my self staring at his hand as he rubbed it up and down. He has been rubbing it for nearly 15 minutes. Watching him rub his cock was hypnotizing. How I wanted that cock pushing in to me over and over. It was so sexy. My legs spread apart as far as the seats would allow, and I slid my hand between my legs and began to rub my pussy, it was soaked, soaked and dripping gooey drops over my bum hole. I began running my fingertips from my clit, down through my slit and then. "Broiled in wine, nothing too fancy. Served with American tarter sauce!" Sasami mused, feeling a measure of her equilibrium restored. "That'll throw 'em a curve ball!" She smiled to herself. "Always keep 'em guessing! And, to top it all off, Barbecued squid-kabobs!" Which were a variation of her squid puffs."Not a bad little," Sasami paused looking at the clock. "Oops!" She started, groaned. "Late! Lunch." Noticing the time was well past one thirty. She barely had time to fold her table napkins.