It was April 1988, just another morning in the Harding establishment and they were on their second cup of morning tea when the phone rang.“Helloo,�... Elsie said in her falsely posh accent, Bert sat and heard another booking being made. “And how old is your daughter?” there was a pause. “She is eighteen, so you will need two rooms then?” another pause “I have a nice room on the first floor overlooking the sea and another at the end of the hallway, but it hasn’t got a sea view,” another pause. “No. Stroking his cock with his free hand. "Do you want my cock in that mouth?" He moved his finger in and out of my mouth in a slow fucking motion."Please sir. Let me service you." I said around the sides of his now wet finger.He took his finger out of my mouth and moved forward. Placing a hand on top of my head he moved his now fully hard cock towards my open mouth. My tongue lapped at the piss slit of his head. He pulled back."You're a hungry little cocksucker aren't you, slave?" Oh, yes sir." I. A minute later I heard the lad outside, “hello sir, I have the longer leg”I pulled back the curtain “Ah thank you I'll try those”, he handed me the hanger and I started to unfasten the button on the ones I was wearing as I drew the curtain once again.“I notice you have training shoes on sir, they don't always give the best indication of length if you don't mind my saying”.“No I realise that now, I didn't think of it when I put them on this morning”.“I could get you a pair of leather shoes to. After giving her twenty minutes to get settled I moved to the pay phones and called her room. She answered almost immediately, sounding slightly out of breath.After saying she loved me, Sally told me she had just that minute returned to her room from a rough day. We chatted about our days, mine pretty fictitious. She told me she was really worn out and was planning on a quiet dinner in the hotel, then going to bed to maybe read. But whether she read or not, she was going to get to bed early as.