The hair stylist who called me to her chair was named Bonnie.I said that's a pretty name, she said, that's what it means, Pretty.You've got lovely hai..., she said and I blushed, no one ever told me that before.She looked me over and said how do you want it cut?I said, just trim it up and shape it in the back, I like it left full.She said do you want me to cut it longer?Longer, I said, thinking I was joking, how can you cut it longer than it is?She smiled and said, I think you would look so nice. I could tell by the smirking smile of the woman who checked me in that she knew what was going on. Back at the table, Effie took me by the hand and we walked over to the elevator.When we got to room, we continued to kiss and undressed each other. She may've been 62, but she was firm and shapely. She was delighted when she got her hands on my cock. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she joked. We fell onto the bed and kept kissing and feeling each others bodies.Then she looked me in the eyes. ..?" She said this whilst looking directly in my eyes and sliding across the messed up bed. I stepped out of my shorts and joined her, my boxers landing on the floor about the same time as the rest of her clothes. I lowered my head to her breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other into my mouth, the hand that wasn't supporting my weight sliding down her flat smooth belly and brushing over her pubes. They were as soft as they looked, and as my middle finger dipped into her soft wet. I think you have a reservation for me. I think it maybe in the name of Force Protection Inc,” I said to the quite attractive, blond young woman behind the desk. I could tell she was trying not to show her distaste for me. I wanted to laugh, but I knew that would be in poor taste.“There are two more in my party they are parking our vehicles. When they arrive please check their ID cards, then send them up.”I wrote the official names of Dom and Lucy2 on the back of my business card, then left it.