I don’t think my night stand can fit all of this. Perhaps the linen closet? I got a text from Joe reminding me to clear out the second bedroom. Grrr... I had a hot date in two hours and it would be spent priming and primping, stupid head. Right now, I looked like a packing peanut monster. Green little bits sticking out of my hair, to my jeans, and inside the pockets of Jeff’s jacket. Shower! Panties, panties, panties. Sifting through thongs and lace undies thirty minutes before seven o’clock. "Yvette shook her head and Philippe returned and sat down next to her. He was actually a rather handsome man of about thirty-six but still seemed a little unhappy about the situation. Yvette waited until he was sitting and turned to me. "Actually, I did want to know about the rabbits myself."I laughed. "It was a wild idea and I'm happy the AI went along, although I'm very surprised. I suggested that pets might help stave off boredom for the concubines, especially since there really isn't going. The desk clerk seemed unaffected by my attitude. He plunged on, "That young lady in the lounge has just been abandoned by the asshole who promised her a ride. If you're heading for the city, perhaps you could help her out? I'd really appreciate it."I looked in the direction his chin had pointed and saw a very healthy looking young woman, someone I would never have hesitated to accommodate--before I got married. "I'll have to see what my wife says, but it's alright with me." I hated to think. She sat at the bar and thought about what Brad had wanted from her while she sipped on her second glass of wine. The next hour was misery for Jill. Her pussy was very wet and she couldn’t but help check out Brad every time he had walked by the bar. She hadn’t had sex in two years, and she now wanted to remember what it had felt like to be fucked by a man again. She knew it would be a matter of time before the egoistical Brad would ask her back to his place. She didn’t know if she could go.