"I'm pretty sure I've got you sussed out and that you won't clean me out and do a bunk." No," she whispered."Now, um," went on Tim slightly hesitantly... "would you mind me calling you Wendy. Ms Waters sounds so formal and pompous?"She gave him a beaming smile. "I'd like that very much but, if you don't mind, I'd rather go on calling you Mr Richards."He smiled back, problem solved. "Fine with me," he said.Apologetically she asked if he would mind if she started the cookery side of things slowly.. I went in as quietly as I could and locked the door. I didn’t dare turn on a light, but the lights from the swimming pool coming in the glass doors gave me enough light I could get through the living room without bumping into any furniture. The hallway was a different matter. It was really dark and I had to put my hand on one wall to guide my way down it. As I went down it slowly I could hear some sort of sound, but I couldn’t make out what it was. As I got near Derek’s room, I could tell the. We ordered drinks and Joan sat on a barstool and I stood a few feet away. Joan's skirt's slits showed a lot of leg and a hint of her new V string underpants. In about half an hour the place was packed, people were crushed together. As people tried to order drinks they would be leaning on or over Joan. As they waited for their drinks several men tried to chat up Joan. One young executive squeezed in between barstools and started talking to Joan. He introduced himself as Bob. Joan started. A stepped forward and for the first time the 3 of them embraced, sharing what could only be described as a very awkward kiss. A placed his hand on both ladies bottoms and gently squeezed, as his sexual hunger threatened to break loose right there against the mirrored wall in their small cocoon.The doors finally opened and they walked the short distance to their room.The room as the restaurant and bar was lavishly furnished, A had chosen the Junior suite as he tended to whenever they travelled.