Granny Eltman was the only one to show any untoward reaction: she said, "That so-called King in the throne room is a construct! The man you saw with t...e women is the real king."Rolf was the first to ask, "Why would they have a fake King presiding over the realm, and why would they keep the real King alive if they had a perfect substitute?"Granny Eltman said, "I do not know the why of it, but the King is being kept alive to act as a model when they have to rebuild their construct. A complex. She continued trying to get the box only succeeding in nudging it further away. ‘What is that?’ She said to herself as she lay down on the floor flat on her stomach and crawled snail like under the bed up to her waist until she was finally able to get her hands on the tiny box and open it from her prone position. There was a cheap looking cell phone inside the box. It was definitely a used device and seemed to have a slight film of grease on its surface. ‘What the fuck?’ The phone suddenly. " She wobbles her tits sinfully and the hard nipples protrude, straining against the fabric even more. "You boys know good and well that jacking off your stiff, drooling, throbbing cocks--hehehe---and spurting those huge, hot, creamy loads, (she winks at the camera and wiggles her tongue lasciviously while pinching a nipple and diddling her clit), well, mommy knows it feels so FUCKING GOOD, using that precum as lube to churn that nut-butter...Hehehe." But it's a terrible sin against God and. What felt like an hour later, the room had filled up with guests until only two tables were still free. Two small and cozy tables for two people each. One of them had a reservation ticket.I felt pretty stupid.Why would they come in here? If they really used the room for fucking, they might as well have ordered room service. And if they were with a client, they might well have taken them out for lunch. From here I could not see into the lobby.Then again, Paul had seen them have lunch in here. At.