This one took place in the first few weeks of my job in the USA.I joined my job in the USA and everyone there loved my cooking. I felt good when every...ne appreciated me. One day while I was in my break, I received a text message on my number saying, “I know you are a good cook, but are you still good in the bed or have you lost the energy? Waiting for you in Room No. 1102”.I didn’t know who this person was as I hadn’t number saved on my phone. So, I really wanted to go and check on this person.. Admittedly, Cindy was attractive. And I'd harbored those secret naughty fantasies about seeing her and Rachel together. Again, something that was never going to happen of course, but it was fun to think about.Two attractive women, my wife a shorthaired brown-eyed brunette, and Cindy a typical blue-eyed blonde, licking one another's cunts. Oh yeah... definitely a nice fantasy. Already horny anyway as I looked forward to watching a few movies, I answered the doorbell when it rang, knowing full. When she was dressed the owner of the shop groveled in mortificationbefore her."It will not happen again, My Lady!" he swore."See to it that it doesn't - or I will take my patronage elsewhere!" Sheleft to be handed up into her coach.Tom was beaten by the owner. It happened not to be his fault, it was theowners - the man had tried to cut corners to save a shilling and now Tomwas being blamed. Now he had to work all night to fix it. His eyes hurtand he stepped outside to clear his head and his. They put me in mind, for an instant, of the bloated spiders, you see in autumn, patiently straddling their webs hoping for a fly to stumble blindly in… ‘You mean Steve Collins the ‘Celtic Warrior’… the boxer?’ I respond. I don’t think I do resemble him… and I’m ten years older too but add: ‘You like boxing then? Lennox Lewis is fighting tonight… pity I haven’t got Sky or I would have watched it.’ ‘We’ve got Sky… come round ours!’ Forward: I think… or rather what passes for thinking when you’re.