Eventually the General Manager has no choice but send one of the porter’s up to the room to get these guys under control before he has to send up se...urity and to stop bigger problems. The General Manager realizes that these guys are paying thousands of dollars a night for the suite. He wants to give them the benefit of the doubt because they are important clients.By the time this porter makes it up to the room most of the people had already left and things had calmed down considerably. Once he. You’re looking a bit better today.’ ‘Thank you.’ Jenna smiled. Charles didn’t say anything, though she could tell her was in her head. ‘How would you like to go to Florida?’ ‘I’m sorry, excuse me?’ Her boss laughed and looked pleased with himself. ‘Go to Florida! There’s a conference in Orlando this weekend and Barbara Rodewald was supposed to go, but she’s come down with the flu. I’d love it if you would represent us.’ ‘Yes, I would love to go,’ Charles instructed. Jenna said his words out. "See hon," she sweet-talked. "Isn't that so much better now? Now mommycan go shopping and mommy can trust you to be a good little soldier."The more she talked like that, the harder I got. I wanted to hump herleg, hump the couch, hump the rug. Anything. Oh, god."Mother gathered her things and left me with my pants at half-mast whilestretching the velvet, plum panties.I tried to get my mind off the electric fire in my snug, soft panties. Iturned on the TV, only to see some Gilligan Island. When it was all settled, she sat back in her seat, thinking about Jazira's call for help. She'd known Jazz and the others for years, since her parents had moved to Morocco when she was in her teens. Somehow she had become a leader of the group of girls and the boys who were drawn to them. She and Isabella were the only non-Muslim, non-Mahgrebis in their wide circle of friends, but that didn't seem to matter. She always seemed to be the one to whom they all turned, whether for advice on their.