*Boop. Boop.* ‘Jus’ a sec!’ she called, racing over to the desk. *Boop. Boo-* ‘Hello! Welcome to the Palm Tree Inn ‘n Suites! My name is Bar...ie, how can I help you?’ Barbie? Where had that come from? She hated that nickname, it was so demeaning! The fumes must have been affecting her. *No more industrial cleaner for me!* she thought. She wiggled her rear against her seat to three minutes of cha cha music, and nodded when the voice said bye-bye and told her to be a good girl. Barbie giggled. “Please! Please! I’ll do ANYTHING!”At this point I could see her thoughts on her face. I had heard stories that Jennifer was not always faithful to her boyfriend and she obviously knew I was a single man.Again and again she said: “ANYTHING, just don’t have me arrested. My k**s and my mother will be devastated.”I asked her if she had ever stolen from anyone before. She said she stole some candy or gum when she was like eleven.I asked how that turned out.She replied that her mother beat her ass. I love sucking cock of all color and size in hotel rooms, in cars, on my knees or on my back. In other words I’m no novice to dick-play of all stripes. But meeting a strange man over a cocktail one minute then leading him to my hotel room the next is something unusual even for me. And incredibly hot, I might add.Back to my resort story: That devilishly handsome Brit and I decided to take things out of the lounge and up to a private room, so I texted my hubby to meet us asap in our suite. Don't you think you should be wearing a sports bra out there? That tank top isn't leaving much to the imagination. You're not a little girl any more angel. I don't want those boys ogling over you during practice." Tiffany looked down and laughed. "O daddy, you're so funny. The guys aren't going to give me a hard time over this." Tiffany jumped a couple times just to mock me and her breasts swayed beautifully up and down. I looked at her and gave her my best "you're being bad" look even though.