If she didn’t feel so flat, Dakota would have been furious. Holly had flagrantly stolen her idea, and taken all of their colleague’s attention for...herself.“Rob?” Dakota asked softly.“Mmm? Oh, hey Dakota.” Rob replied, without even looking up.Dakota’s heart sank. With her flat chest, she knew she couldn’t compete with Holly’s cleavage, and there was no way she could find a tattoo artist and get a new tattoo over lunch. And if she had to spend the next eight hours at work hearing Holly laugh at. "Thank you, Sharon," Martin mumbled, still in a slight state of shock.The girl turned and skipped out of the room. Martin struggled to his feet and faced the woman. She smiled and motioned, toward the front of the house."Thank you for your visit, Martin. I thank you and Sharon thanks you and my pussy thanks you," she expressed softly."You won't tell, Julia?" he fumbled."Please, Martin, don't concern yourself. This will be our little secret," she assured him."I don't know what to say," he. And hell, according to one of her stories I'd read online, this was one of her fantasies. Stripping down to nothing, my boner springing free, I stepped forward and pulled the curtain to the side. My eyes widened a bit, and my mouth fell open. Mom wasn't there... what the hell? Mom wasn't there. Where the hell was she? As I began to turn around, she confirmed where she was. Behind me. "Bad Vinnie," Mom said. I almost jumped out of my fucking skin. The bathroom door closed, and. We dined well, and when I invited the others to come and join James and I for a nightcap, AnneMarie agreed, and Harry nodded his assent. The four of us retired to our rooms, where a substantial supply of champagne bottles were already cooling in my bathtub, surrounded by ice, placed there while we dined by an attentive David and Mary Johnson. (Mary did not tell her husband of our plans, simply that we planned a small party.) After entering the suite, Mary and I excused ourselves so that we.