He stops talking to her, looks up at us, and starts to walk over to us. As he approached us, he straightens up his suit, puts a smile on his face, ‘...ello, are you Mr. Jones?’ As he extends his hand. ‘Yes sir, I am,’ as I stand and shake his hand. As he shakes my hand, ‘and you are miss…?’ As he looks at Kate and extends his hand. ‘This is my assistant, Ms. Martinez,’ I say, as Kate shakes his hand, too. As she does, ‘Hello, mister…?’ ‘Oh, sorry,’ the man starts, ‘I’m Donald River the branch. I pay the check, and leave a generous tip, and we head up to my suite.Chapter 35We arrive in my suite and Ed follows me out on the balcony."Do you smoke, Ed?" I did in High School, trying to be cool. But I quit when I decided tocook for a living. Smoking screws up the palette." Well, we do smoke, but not in the house, so I hope it doesn't botheryou." Not at all, but thank you for asking."I light up a cigarette and Ed watches me with keen interest,"What? I ask, noticing the look on his. While the food was sizzling, I got to work on a mixed drink concoction that I’d spotted in Cabo and wanted to alter to my specifications. I had finally found my guinea pigs. I’d read that Melissa would drink pretty much anything put in front of her and she liked to mix and match on recipes herself.I took a sip when I was finished and found it lacked something. I found two bottles of liqueur that I was certain Lynwood was saving for a special occasion. I added them to the mixture and jotted a. ”“Thanks, Daddy! I’m not finished yet,” Lonnie shared.The big white sissy opened his backpack. He extracted the black heels and a long blonde curly wig. He put all of it on and then got to work on make-up.Daddy was staring at him the whole time and was now stroking his dick. He said, “You look like a dime store whore.”“Thank you, sir,” the bitch of a man smiled.“Come on and suck on my dick,” commanded the 36-year-old brotha.“Yes, Daddy,” Lonnie cooed as he fell to his knees.“Oh this shit feels.