They were remarkably helpful, saying they would have Enterprise deliver a car to the Marriott this evening, and handle the billing.That pleased me ver... much. The agent instructed me on my coverages, and what to tell the hospital clerk when I went to sign out, as well as giving me the claim numbers for the billing department.Before I hung up, the agent also informed me that since I was away from home, and my injuries precluded me from driving for at least two weeks, my hotel and expenses were. “You don’t mind me taking care of you like I did, do you?” I asked. “Oh no, no,” he stuttered adding “As long as you don’t tell my parents!” A sudden anxiety came into his voice. “As long as you don’t tell my dad!” I made my reply as light-hearted as possible, as if I didn’t really mind if he did or he didn’t, which was probably true. He looked relieved. “No, of course I won’t. I’m very grateful to you. I don’t think I could have managed on my own.” He blurted. A mischievous thought had been. Well, Elsie could not stop a letting her tits be soaked in cum. It reached the point that whenever he called round; she gave him blowjobs and then enjoyed a regular lovely fuck, feeling his cum right up inside her.Another of what he called his ‘special ladies’ was Dorothy. She was in her late seventies and Philip admired the way she dressed and always wore make-up and perfume. Anyway, during one visit Dorothy asked what he did in the evening. Replying the usual, theatre, cinema, reading etc.,. Barbera quietly hissing in Celia`s ear “Karma!” Which rather broke the tension of the morning. On his return Ken poured coffee, then gave them copies of the ‘script!’ such as it was, there were big gaps in each of their copies, Ken saying that, “it was to allow them to express themselves as they reacted to the unexpected, it being more spontaneous that way!” the two women exchanged glances, Barbera saying, “you mean to scream!” he smiled, but said nothing. The script called for them to start.