Smoot did fit that description a tad. He was a small guy and decidedly feminine in his mannerisms. He held the phone with his pinky sticking out into ...pace. The way dainty rich ladies coddled a drink. Smoot ended his call.Tag was told by Mr. Raymond (Quiff) Smoot, that he, Mr. Taggart O. Bonewell, could take the rest of the week to orient himself to the hotel. The dick he was replacing, Mr. Ivan Shakely, was finishing out the week."Call me Tag, Mr. Smoot." He liked things friendly and. I have to get to work," he said as he helped me stand up. The kiss that ensued was long and sultry, "I'll be back after work to quench that fire."As he started out the door, he stopped. "Jess, remember Ian, who you met at the Christmas office party?" Yes. Why?'"He recently got a divorce. I remember how he ogled you at the party. Do you think Mati would be attracted to him?"Thinking back, I could visualize Ian as tall, muscular with the most startling blue eyes and rugged masculine good looks. I. Yes, Priya was groaning mad. Rrrrrraahuulllllll, yes fuck me, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa tear my pussy yesssssssssssssss oooooooooohhhhh you are so darling.Rahul too was groaning,aaaaaaaaaahhh aaaaaaaaaaaaahh Tumhara bur toh bur nehi jannat hai. Yeah chut maarne mein jitna maja hai oohhhhh god. Maaaro maaro mujhe. Pura ghooosa do. Chir dalo mujheeeee hhnhn hn yeah yeah yeah yes honey fuck me fuck me. Priya was shouting. They slowed down their speed to lust longer as their moaning became slow.. I don’t know. Maybe I really am a sadist at heart? I went out to the pool and did a couple of laps to clear my head and get the musk of the cellar out of my skin and hair. The warm California sun smoothened out the wrinkles in my brain and calmed me. I lay on my chaise longue with my eyes closed, hoping that I would not need to return to the scene in the cellar, but nevertheless becoming more and more curious as to what was happening down there. And in the end, I have to admit, it was the.