Beatrice pulled her lips away long enough to ask me if I wanted to come up to her room. We had to sneak me past the night clerk, since the hotel stand...rds were so high (they later caught me another time and made me pay a supplement as a visitor and sign in). We made our way up to the fifth floor in this building built several centuries ago. Her room was wider on one side than the other and only had a sink, with the bathroom down the hall.As soon as we were in the room Beatrice got on her knees. She further said that she had attended to all of his injuries except one as she pointed to the obvious tent in the sheet covering Alex.Tracy recognized Alex's problem immediately so she shooed everybody else out of the room as she drew the curtain around the bed. Pulling back the sheet she was met with evidence of Alex's predicament. Taking on the role of nurse, Tracy leaned over and administered some oral treatment to his problem. She noticed the smile on his face was replaced with a very. “Shh” I said as I kissed him again. He groaned into my mouth and I sat on his lap, straddling him, being sure to fan my dress around us. He kissed me hard and pulled my other strap down, exposing my other breast. He palmed them both, twisting and rubbing my nipples – causing me to moan and slide my soaked cunt up to his steel rod. He slid his hands under my dress and up to my ass. He pulled back quickly from the kiss and looked at me with his mouth open. “Surprise!” I whispered. “No underwear!. "Yes we are," she said to her domestic servant. "How does achicken caesar salad sound?" she asked me, to which I agreed. Withthat the maid was off to the kitchen to prepare lunch.About five minutes later the doorbell chimed, I could see out thewindow that the truck from the furniture store was sitting in thedriveway. After I brief moment, hearing the sounds of active cookingfrom the kitchen I rose from the couch to answer the door. Claire toldme not to worry about it and that the maid would.