" When you dress like a whore you should expect a man to notice and do something about it. Now keep those legs spread."Tracy froze at the feel of the ...lade caressing her skin. Tears started to well up in her eyes as the razor-sharp blade stroked up her spine and back down, shaving the downy hairs off her tanned skin. I was insane or extremely horny. She'd do anything just to get me to leave her alone, even if that meant letting me stick my fingers up her pussy. "I'll do whatever you want. Just. ” Bobby stammered, his face burning red with shame. A nervous glance downward revealed his fist still wrapped around his prick. He withdrew his fingers as if they had touched hot iron. His rigid cock bobbed skyward, pulsating with the throbs of his pounding heart.“Save it,” Beth snapped in reply, cutting off any lame attempt at an excuse. “You like the taste of your Mommy’s sticky panties?” Bobby gulped, frozen like a mouse in the gaze of a snake. “DO YOU!?” she barked. Bobby visibly. "It was probably around seven when the phone rang, "Hello desk, OK, no problem, we will take care of it in a couple of minutes." Katie, room 321 can't get their TV to work; we have had problems with that one before. Stop by the supply room and pick up the spare. Take it to the room and swap it out. It's on a stand with wheels, all you have to do is roll it into the room, hook up a couple of connections, and roll the other one out."Katie did as expected, after picking up the TV; she took it to. Jesus! She was gorgeous, special, one of a kind. Moving to the bed, I leaned over and gently kissed her cheek.Rory grumbled, making me smile broadly.“Morning.”“What time is it?” she asked without moving.“Eight-thirty.”She groaned, “I’ve gotta pee,” not moving or opening her eyes.With a hand on her back, I smiled and shook her. “Should I plan on changing the sheets or will you go to the bathroom to pee?”“Go away.”“I’m making you an omelet. Don’t take too long.”She groaned again as I left.I timed.