"Hiram hung up the phone. "They apologized for the mix up and confirmed that the reservation had specified that. They don't know why that was missed. ...hey will see about locating another bed that can be moved out here for the duration of our stay. But they don't have anything in storage, and will see what they can arrange."Betty had moved to the couch while he was speaking and just nodded her head as her boss explained what was happening."Okay, I guess we will wait to see what they come up with. She was the boss and he a labourer.She never married, with no living father and an idiotic mother she had had to fend off numerous suitors interested merely in her estate, not in her.She could hardly blame them, her udders were disappointingly small and her buttocks trim in an age where the opposite were concidered attractive. She also found little to smile about and often dressed in a man’s jacket and boots with ankle length skirt as she did today which was hardly likely to rouse a mans. As it was, he was just a waste."I'd stomp his ass," John told me. "It's hard to believe you'd agree tomeet me here, is all, in the men's locker room." His hands swept aroundmy buttocks and pulled my crotch into his face.I pushed away from him. "I agreed to meet you here," I told him, "not tofuck you here."He glanced up at me, a nasty look on his face. "You backing out?" Therewas a threatening tone to his voice, and I understood clearly what hewas intimating. If I didn't let him have his way. You giggle and say over your shoulder, "You know what I want, and what you want".I back away and I gaze at your ass as you casually drop your pants over your ass, giving me a full view. "This is what you want, isn't it?" you say, knowing the answer. Without looking up I nod in agreement and I walk over to the top drawer, where we keep some of the 'miscellaneous office supplies' and I pick out a tube of lube from the drawer. I feel my cock hardening already from the anticipation.You see me.