I soon realized, however, that she had many Guests to guide to their rooms and therefore had no time to spare. She gave me a brief tour of my suite, ...resented to me my room key, bowed and exited, leaving me to explore my quarters on my own. Actually, a Guest’s “room key” is not a key at all but rather a plastic card, similar to those provided guests at most modern hotels and resorts, except a bit smaller and thicker perhaps and with more gently rounded corners. The Guest’s suite number is. On her feet were a pair of clear seven inch heeled stripper platforms. All in all it was a classic hooker look and it made my mother look just like the fuckable little slut that she was.There was a ring at the door and she went to answer it, leaving me for a moment to simply contemplate the thought of her in her slutty clothes. After a few minutes, she came back into the room and now she was accompanied by a couple of guys, both big, manly looking men with bulging biceps and broad shoulders.. “The apartment’s got a nice kitchen and a little balcony, so we thought we’d eat in. If that’s okay with you.”“You’re included, I should add,” said Mo with a little laugh. “We got lots of salad stuff in that supermarket. Expensive, though. God!”They must have spent a hundred dollars on vegetable, couscous, nuts and smoked salmon, and one or the other must have been a talented cook, because although nothing really needed to be transformed, it was beautifully put together and dressed with olive. Rogers. I have been trying to call my husband, but keep getting disconnected. I really need to speak with him.”“Is it a medical emergency?” He sounded concerned.“No. It is more of a personal emergency.”“On company time?” He was not concerned anymore.“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir, but it’s important.”“Couldn’t you have spoken to him before work?”“No sir. He wasn’t at home this morning.”“If you need to take the day off, you should do that. Otherwise, I do not expect my employees to do personal business.