Fingers tracing up my leg seemed to indicate that she might have some ideas.We checked into the hotel and brought our bags to the room. She definitely...had ideas. Happily, they were the same ones that I was having. The door was locked behind us and clothes were falling onto the floor and I had this smiling, slender, auburn-haired beauty grinning at me and I fell backward onto the bed with her in my arms."God, I love you, Alan Addison," she giggled. "You make me crazy!" No crazier than I was,. "Oh? Have you been a bad girl?" Sometimes," she said, slipping into a role Anthony didn't quite understand."How bad?" I... I looked through Mommy's dresser and found this," she answered, pulling the slick dildo from her pussy and holding it under his nose. Suddenly Anthony understood and found his cock was even harder in his slacks.Anthony started in surprise as he realized the girl was pretending he was her father. Holy shit, he thought. This is almost too kinky."What did Mommy say about. ”“But why?” he exclaimed, eyes searching her face as if the answer would suddenly appear on her forehead. “You’ve accepted no other offers, I have assumed you’ve been waiting for me to come up to snuff. Are you telling me I’ve been a bloody fool all these years?”“I’m sorry,” she offered with a regretful look. And she was truly. She may not have been attracted to Mr. Quinn as husband material but a friend in this cut throat world of marriage and power was rare and much appreciated. “But my. ” “Oh, OK, I think I know what you mean. I mean, most hotels are faceless, nameless, right? You kinda leave who you are behind, your everyday worries and concerns, at the door.” “Yeah, I guess,” she said. “I just feel like I’m not going to be in this place again for a long time, maybe ever. Not here, not this hotel, I mean I may not be feeling what I’m feeling right now again. Maybe I should explore it a little.” I was definitely intrigued by now. .