"But ifyou're texting him now you're about to get your confirmation, and thentake care of my Priya." Damn," smirked Holly, nodding and looking at her ...hone and then textingback. "Good thing you fucking weren't full of it, and that Harley has myengine revved so she can have everything Priya paid for if that's whatyou're after here." Told ya," grinned Billyjoe. "That's more than I expected, but hellyeah." It's your lucky day then, girl," Holly put down her phone and switchedon the water. "A. None for me. Zero. Zip. I was a ticking timebomb. Every touch, every kiss, ever naughty line whispered in my ear, every wiggle of her butt, every bite on her lower lip, every time her hand firmly grabbed my crotch and squeezed it, every little thing she did was getting me rock-hard. And don't think for a second the vile creature didn't know what she was doing. She was a highly skilled orgasm ninja, trained to get me close to the edge and back to more calm waters in the blink of an eye. There. " She rolled over away from me and went back to sleep.I got up and took are of the morning needs and went to the living room and picked up the phone. "Room service please." Just a moment." Hello, room service." Hi, this is Mr. Johnson in the suite, I need breakfast brought up to our room please." Not a problem Mr. Johnson. What would you like?" Service for three for starters. I need one large pot of coffee, a large bowl of fruit and enough French toast for three. Please include syrup and. Why and how Lydia became a whore is probably more my fault than anyone else's, although it was never my deliberate intention to turn her into a whore. It just kind of worked out that way. That story is kind of interesting in itself and this might be a good time to take a time out to tell it.When I married Lydia she was a stunningly beautiful, bubbly, fun loving, sort of happy-go-lucky 20 year old auburn haired young woman with a perfectly proportioned 38c-24-36, 5' 10'', 112 pound athletic body.