.........„Richtig. Sie haben aber wohl noch die Tische abgedeckt, oder?“„Ja, habe ich.“ erwiderte sie.Das sie das Mittagsgeschirr stehen läss... hätte ich ihr durchaus zugetraut. Auch wenn es nur ein 3-Sterne Hotel ist, achte ich auf korrektes Arbeiten.„Und die Tischdecken auch?“„Ja“„Alle?“ frug ich, weil sie gerne unbefleckte Tischdecken einfach auf den Tischen beließ.„Ja“ sagte sie gehorsam.Ich musterte sie. Weiße adrette Polyesterbluse mit verdeckter Knopfleiste, schwarzer Rock und dunkle. When I got to the parking lot, I kept walking down the country club's driveway, towards the street below. I got there about five minutes before Hans got there to give me my ride home.All that afternoon and evening, I was a sour puss. I didn't even go in the kitchen to talk to Gerta or try to get a snack before dinner. I was sitting on my bed, listening to the radio, when my phone started ringing in a funny way. I picked it up, and it was Gerta telling me that I had a phone call. I asked her who. She was looking around and she said, "Is anyone else here?"When I said no, that I was alone I saw the disappointment on her face, "But I guess that I could make some calls." I took her by the hand and led her over to the couch. "Here, sit down next to me and show me how happy it would make you if I were to call some people." I took my cock out and waved it at her a couple of times. "Come on Bev, show me how bad you want me to make some calls."Bev looked down at my cock, back up at my face and. I couldn’t blame the whiskey for our night of sex. I couldn’t blame anyone but myself. I started this and now I had to figure out where this was going. Could I keep our friendship unaffected and still have mind blowing sex with Jared? I could smell the coffee brewing from down the hall and hear the sounds of pans clinking together. Jared had left a folded t-shirt on the bed. So, I put on the shirt and my panties, and walked toward the kitchen in search of food. When I stepped into the kitchen.