"No, Mr. Sanders, you haven't upset me. In fact I am wondering if you could help me with a few things. How difficult would it be to set up an account ...ith the hotel?" It's a very simple matter; your credit line would be determined by the usual factors. What limits did you have in mind?" I'm not interested in a credit line, Mr. Sanders, I was thinking of leaving say ... a hundred thousand on account." Ah, I see, in that case it is a very simple matter. Cash, check, or wire transfer?" Transfer,. Jenny and I knew everyone there and the drinks were flowing freely so we were socializing and having a good time. Furniture had been moved out of the way to make an impromptu dance floor and Jenny loved to dance so she was constantly out there with someone. I have two left feet so I generally stay out of everyone else's way. About two hours into the party Myra came over to me and asked me why I wasn't out on the dance floor."I can't dance a lick Myra so I sit and drink to keep from embarrassing. Anal sex was an acquired taste, she felt, like really spicy Indian curries.Joe is on his feet, pacing up and down at the foot of the bed. "Oh, god, Caz! Sometimes I think I no longer know who the fuck you are. I'm worried about what you might bring down on yourself — on us both. How many's that you've had? The butler bloke Harrington; and that Neil — a guy you let take you off the street. And let's not forget your new lesbian girlfriend. And tonight I find out you've been doling out sexual. I run my finger along it, moving my hips just slightly. I'm pretty sure at this point, he's stopped breathing, and he’s just staring at me while I enjoy myself. He's even stopped stroking his cock, just to watch me.“Something wrong?” I ask with a sultry but slightly teasing tone.“Hmm, huh, what, no. No, nothing. You're just sexy to watch,” he replies with a throaty gasp.“If you like that, you'll love this,” I reply, removing my fingers. I reach out of his view. From my nightstand, I pick up one.