I made my way up to my room and found the door locked just like the othernight. For the next 30 minutes I tried to pick the lock using a nail fileand ...mall screwdriver. My long red nails made it very difficult to holdthe instruments properly while trying to pick the lock. At 10:00 I gotthe lock to click open and pushed the door wide open. I clicked my heelsinto the room and went straight to my dresser for socks and underwear.When I opened the drawer I saw nothing but wood! All my socks. She took my hand and pulled me inside the toilet, closing the door behind us. "Are you crazy?" She asked. Her eyes moved down again, to where my dick was still breathing fresh air between her body and mine. "What if she sees us like this!?". "C'mon, it's just a dick. You have seen one many times before" I replied. "not this big" she answered. "there is a first time for everything" I said with a smile on the face. "I am married, you know" she replied, still with the eyes locked on my dick, hard. Today, Ms. Carrington was wearing an A-line skirt in navy blue, of midi length, coming down to several inches below her knees and overlapping the smart black leather boots that she was wearing below it. The skirt was in a complete button-through style, with a row of brass buttons running down the front from the waistband to the hem. As intended in such styles, the last four or five buttons were undone, leaving the bottom flap of the skirt to shift eye-catchingly with every movement, and offer. But the sky was completely grey, so it probably wouldn’t stop raining on short notice.That moment I asked my personal assistant to get me another outfit from the hotel room.She arranged to have two other outfits (including matching underwear) within half an hour, so I could choose what to wear.In the meantime, it was dry again ;-) But I decided to change clothes and not to be surprised by weather again. As one outfit was completely in Renault colors, in Red Bull area I had pretty much all.