Eleanor was seated up front with her two sons and a daughter. The sons appeared to be as arrogant as their father. The daughter looked liked she had a...broomstick shoved up her ass and sucked lemons for breakfast. It was sad to see that such an elegant lady had such dip-shits for children. I was thankful that I didn’t have the same problem. Frank Stryker’s sons wasted no time loading his collectables into their cars. The daughter didn’t seem to be interested in any of the things. She spent all. He was still staring. Wearing a baggy shirt with no bra had that effect on most men. "Would you like to see them?" I asked, sitting down at the table. "Umm, I shouldn't, my boss…" the young man said. "Your boss isn't in the room," I replied as I ate. "Plus, all I will say is that I wanted some company." I picked up the phone. "Hi," I said as the lady downstairs answered. "I am in room four twenty-four, and this lovely young man has delivered such a wonderful dinner, I was wondering since we. If she had a good figure, the outfit did not do her justice.I ordered coffee, two eggs over easy with toast and a couple of pancakes. It took about ten minutes for Sandra to bring my order. The food was fine, filling and tasty.The restaurant was empty at this point. I asked Sandra for a refill.When she brought my coffee, I asked her, “What time do you get off?”She was quite taken aback, flabbergasted and a bit embarrassed.I told her I was just passing through, was awfully lonely and wanted some. "Neither have I. They say that sex on a full bladder enhances the sensations." That's well and good so long as neither of us has an accident. I might be into enemas, but I'm not into pee." You want to go?" I asked."I don't want to kill the passion," she replied "I'm game if you are."I kissed her breast and again drew her flesh into my mouth. Cindy held my head and ran her fingers through my hair. "This feels so good," she said softly. I massaged her nipple against the roof of my mouth, feeling.