At least he was willing to speak English. There had been times where he had insisted upon speaking Urdu. I had to wait for a translation, then I would...speak in Hindi and he would have to wait for a translation. Those calls never accomplished anything, since when we were like that neither would admit knowing the other's native tongue."My brother, I have orders to confer with you. I bring what may sound like good news to you, but you will quickly realize it is not. Can I come for a quick visit?". I said when we got to our room, he was getting a blow job that he won't forget. He stroked my leg and said he can't wait. We pulled up front, when the door man opened my door to help me out. The car valet took our bags out and McKay told him our room number.We rode the elevator with people leaving the car on our way up. I'm assuming about the 26th floor we were by ourselves. I squatted in front of him and worked his zipper down and released his throbbing cock. I stroked him while looking. I couldn't help but notice his mom as she went about her business in the kitchen. She was a very sexy woman and she would give me a little wink every time she talked to me. Also several times she had her hands on me. She was a touchy feely woman, and I like it. After lunch his mom let us use her car to go to the river walk. We spent all afternoon checking out the sights and hitting clubs. Had a great time. We got back to his parents home around 8 and his mom had a big dinner for us. Baked. "Nice necklace," heremarked."Thanks," she said, handing him one of the beers. "I got it on a dig." She chuckled. "I like saying that because it makes it sound like I unearthed it out of some mysterious ancient temple or something. Actually a local sold it to me in a bazaar. It's fake, of course." She held it up for him to get a closer look.The pendant was a thick cylinder covered with cuneiform, attractive chicken-scratchings he couldn't read. It swiveled a little as it dangled between her.