His eye/brain began computing routes to arrive at that table. Once sure of the layout he settled to wait, his demeanour giving no clue to the impatien...e he felt or the fire coursing through his body. Lionel Wernik, a florid, nattily dressed, grade one arsehole was making his way to ‘The Pink Bar’. Lionel was OTT in every way you could think of but of the old school. A pink shirt, dripping with gold rings and a seal point Siamese cat on a lead. Complete with rhinestone knickers? I kid you not,. For a short while he debated whether to even give her the information. He had a contract with her and he had to honor it no matter how bad the information was.After about an hour and a half the pair returned to the room. Eileen was giggling and acting coy with her father. He sat on the bed and pulled out some of his paperwork from his briefcase. Eileen went over and sat on his lap with the papers under her."Is that what you really want to do? Do you really want to work on your papers or would. She just continued to move to meet my hand and fingers where she wanted to and if that meant her ass cheeks masturbating my cock in my shorts, so be it. She would let out a soft whimper now and again but other than that the only noise other than the movie was the movement of the comforter. Mandy broke all pretense then and reached down and pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and slid her top leg over the outside of mine, opening her nether regions to me. I let a finger go inside and warmed. You need to comewith me to the Salon this Saturday. They have a new relaxation machineand I hear it is great." I don't want to go there its for women." No plenty of men come in there. Glenn runs the place and both men andwomen are welcome." That Glenn guy is so creepy all effeminate." Glenn is very sweet and yes he is gay but that matters not. I alreadymade an appointment for you so no buts about it."Is it any wonder with Debbie so demanding I took up with another woman. I like to be in.