..”“Sshhh.” I said, placing my free forefinger on her lips. “Now listen. If I was in any other hotel in the world and received the kind and qu...lity of service you provided, I’d leave you a big tip or feel like an absolute heel. Now you don’t want me to feel like a heel, do you?” I continued before she could answer. “Understand, this is only for the room service, the towels, the cleaning, taking care of my bags, and so forth. This is not for the extracurricular activities, which were priceless. But so was I and the guy having a good feel of her tits.She reached out and rubbed his cock through his jeans, looking for the zip to get it out.When I hear the zip come down I was so hard.I told her it would be easier if she opened the door, so she did.There she was naked but for boots sitting half out of the car wanking this stranger off before she lent over and took him in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down on him.I was imagining all the tricks she was using as she sucked him off. It. I took the picture down off the bathroom wall, brought it out to the bedroom fireplace, and put it on the mantle overlooking the bedroom.An hour later, I heard her come back upstairs. I had just finished putting sheets on my old bed when she walked into the master suite holding two glasses of wine. I dropped down to one knee and bowed my head in respect. My mistress walked over and sat down on my couch and put the glasses down on the table in front of her.She said only one thing to me, “Come,. He flashed a quick grin, catching my eyes as he did so, and then quickly asked me to tell him a little about myself.I took a sip of the icy, cold beer, glanced around the yards for the missing kitties, and began to speak. I told him that I was originally from this town, but moved to the coast several years ago when I married my high school sweetheart, Ross. Ross was a property manager for a real estate group and we lived a nice life, with lots of parties and friends and events to keep us.