This was a place where you knew that right at the top of the Company, there was a real guy called Marriot, making sure things were always just as they...should be.As he leaves the elevator, Randolf glances right and left. As if to confirm his musings, his eye falls on a large, idealistic and optimistic portrait hanging in the Lobby. J Willard Marriot sits gazing out, a benign smile on his face and architectural blue prints in his hands, Behind him stands his son, John W Marriot 3rd also smiling,. They both laughed and then he kissed her again, squeezing each of her breasts in turn. When they finally broke it off she waited until she caught her breath and asked, "So how old are you, Donny?" What do you think?" he replied, smiling at her."Twenty-five?" Close enough, Margie, close enough." So, Ellie, how was it you told Margie here about us?"Ellie squirmed uncomfortably before replying. "Well, normally we make a game of kinda dissing people, you know?"He nodded, and she continued."But. ” He went to the trunk, opened it and said, “You have no spare. I’ll get my brother, Jimmy, to take the wheel to a shop and have the tire repaired." I thanked him profusely. It was hot, and he suggested that I come inside and wait for his brother to return. I hesitated and thought about it and agreed to go inside. We walked into the living room and I sat on a couch which was in the middle of the room. Said his name was Billy, he offered me a cold drink which I was happy to take. He sat. She must have thought it went down enough but it was still showing. I couldn't help but look at her little slit. "I want to put one there she said" as she pressed one soldier tight against my crotch. My little cock had started getting hard already. She picked up another one and reached over and started sliding it up the leg of my shorts. I wasn't wearing any briefs either. She touched my cock and stopped as she looked at me. Now, growing up out in the country we didn't wear no more than we.