Can we go to your room?"Going up in the hotel lift he apologised to me and told me he only had time to talk this time, so there was to be no repeat of...yesterday's wonderful session.Nevertheless, I was feeling naughty and when we got to my room, I sat on the end of the bed and deliberately kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, while he sat in an armchair facing me.He smiled, and then apologised again, holding his hand up trying to get me to stop teasing him.What he told me thrilled me.. They have minor fights, tiffs on mundane issues but never serious enough to cause tension in house.A sexy Mom I could probably handle. She always decently covered herself and was busy all the time with household chores. But my sister Neha is a born teaser and a flirt. The day she started sprouting boobs she had become incorrigible. Every day she would prance before mirror, checking how big they have grown, lifting and squeezing. She would ask me to watch as she did cat walking. She did blossom. Are you a good driver?" asked Lauren. "Yes," Janet answered, "it all depends on who's in control." "Let me introduce you to our other guests," Lauren took Janet's hand, and they walked over to the dining room table. Seated were two other women, none of whom Janet recognized. "This is Carla and Rene," introduced Lauren, "this is Janet Davis, who lives with Tiffany." "Nice to meet you," said Carla, "why don't you sit down?" "Thank you," said Janet as she pulled up a chair. "Drink?". "What you doing here, miss? This ain't your beat, is it? They's other gals doing business here. They ain't gonna be anyways too pleased when they sees you here."Tizzy had no idea what the bar steward was trying to say. His Southern accent didn't help her comprehension any. She smiled. "I'm meeting my sister here, sir. She works for the Tylers. She's a maid. I shall just be waiting for her here." You ain't no local gal, are you, miss? You're from the north, ain'tcha? So, what's it you'll be.