I steeled myself, as not to completely act like a moron and offer this woman anything she wanted. Yes, that's how beautiful she was. I mentally took a...deep breath. "Hi Jeannie. I have a reservation. Donovan's the last name."Hi Mr. Donovan, again welcome."Jeannie went to work looking up my reservation as I tried not to stare at her beautiful brown hair, neatly pulled back into an oh-so-grabbable ponytail. Her eyes were a bright blue and had been outlined expertly with dark eyeliner, making them. One night I had some friends over for a poker game and Cath caught me in the hall on my way to the bathroom and tried to pull me into the bedroom for a quick piece. I held her off and told her no."But I need it baby, I need it now." Not now Cath, not while the guys are here." I'll bet none of them would say no to me. Maybe that's what I should do, offer them some of what you don't want. They would probably all want some."I saw a change in her eyes and she said, "Ooooh, and wouldn't that be fun.. She took a deep breath and then glanced at the bulge that had formed in my trousers.She bit down on her lower lip and nervously rubbed the palms of her open hands on her uncovered knees. She nervously ran both of her hands to run through her long brown hair as she pulled it back over her shoulders.“What do you have in mind?” she asked.“I don’t know,” I nervously replied. “This is a first for me.”“How about a blow job?” she asked.“Only if you feel like it,” I countered.She inched my office chair. Renee tilted her face side to side, expecting there to be some outward sign of the emotions churning within here, or some bruising ... but there was nothing. She may as well have been wearing a mask. The months had probably worn away whatever beauty, or personality, that Simon had been so enamored with.She pursed her lips and turned away from the reflection.The jeans and black camisole clung to her body, her curves an enticement to any who glimpsed them. Her old sensibilities would have been.