“What do you mean by that?” he asked. “So far the only people I've met that take their coffee black are tough guys usually,” I said. “Well I...don't know about a tough guy but I am a man,” he said. “And being a man, I know I'd get a lot of crap from my friends for this, but I think you should probably change.” I raised a brow, “Change?” I asked. I looked down and blushed, I couldn't believe it. I knew I was tired when I had put on the clothes but I didn't think it had been that bad. I was wearing. The sound makers were the most hideous noises known to mankind, so of course the kids loved them."I'll send out a search party if I don't see you by Sunday," I yelled out."Thanks," said her muffled voice.I saw the cleaning rag on a dining booth. It was much harder to come down by the platforms. You could go down the slides but you wanted to make sure they were clean before you dared do that. I grabbed the rag and poked my head into the opening."You forgot the rag," I yelled.I looked up. I was. The moans coming from the girl that was being spanked and boned were surprisingly ones of ecstasy and not agony. It was only then that I realized just how closely the action on the bed resembled the action on the very big screen. The camera angle showed a close up of the very red bottom of the girl being spanked. It also afforded a very nice view of her ass and cunt. The scene must have been going on for quite some time because we had only had time for one or two sips of our almost forgotten. Whenever she’d been alone in a hotel before the only men who’d ever approached her were usually drunk, Neanderthal idiots who only wanted one thing. Quite suddenly she had gone from quietly enjoying his company to desperately wanting to feel his arms around her.Paul wanted to hold her close. He could feel her arm inside his and he wanted so much more, to feel her breathing on his chest, to run his hands around her curves, to kiss those sweet lips. He wondered if her offering her arm.