You want Rare Beef. We misunderstood. Do you like your meat well-done or a little pink on the inside?" Oh a little pink is okay, but not bloody raw." ... have a perfect cut for you. It will be my pleasure to make sure you have exactly what you want." I headed for the kitchen. Carla followed me. "It's okay, Carla. I'll deliver this one personally," I told her, shooing her back out to her customers. It looked like everyone had taken a bite out of the rib I'd left on the counter. I shouldn't have. On seeing Mrs O he gave a big smile and told us he was on room service duty for the night. Mrs O gave him a wink and said we might call him up later if he was lucky. We all laughed and went our seperate ways but i couldn't get the idea of him coming up to the room out of my head.Once we were back in the room i suggested that it might be fun to order some drinks through room service so she could give the guy a little tease. She looked at me with a wicked smile and told me she'd been thinking the. But my pussy didn't care about any of that. It wanted to be touched. I snaked my hand slowly down between my thighs and gave it the slightest of physical sensation. Pleasure burst across my mound, promising the greatest orgasm of my life, and my pussy screamed for more as I pulled my hand away. I closed my eyes and prayed that he would wake up and assault me like he did the night before. After a few minutes I began to hear a rhythmic fapping noise coming from behind me. I opened my eyes in the. Life in Memphis, like its population, was fairly uniform and predictable. Not so in New York.Martha turned out to be a pretty decent companion during the week, despite an occasionally cranky outburst. If Ronnie was in the throes of her period, she showed little sign of it; she was as eventempered as ever at our two lunch dates during the week. And if I had thought she might have some squeamishness about sex or might allow her relatively narrow, sometimes unpleasant experiences to hold her back.