They started up."So, it's a nice place?" asked Tracey."Well, I'll say this: I've never seem a lady leave without a big smile on her face!" he said wit... a wink.They arrived on the 32nd floor and the old man held the door open and bowed with a flourish.“Prepare to be pampered, princesses,” he declared.“God, he was kind of creepy, wasn’t he,” said Tracey after the doors closed.“Oh, he’s just some old guy trying to make the best of what has to be the most boring job in the world,” said Valerie.“He. She told me that was where the randy old guys sat looking for action. When there were about five guys sat opposite, she sat up and told me to tell me to open her skirt, and whilst doing so, look directly at the men. ‘That gives them the green light to engage with us’ she said.With the skirt gently flapped up to her thighs, she pulled up a leg and parted the other, ready to give them a good cunt show. As we continued to talk, she put her hand on my cock and massaged it gently. I could not. Eric locked a padded rest under my head, forcing it almost straight up. ?Almost forgot.? He added, waving my slim black butt plug in front of my eyes. ?You wouldn’t want to walk home without this.?Even as my whole body shook with the impact of the mighty paddle, he dropped the dirty plug into my grinning mouth. The narrow tip of the plug sunk until it interfered with my breathing, forcing me to draw air through my snout. Eric looked at his hand, stained from handling my butt plug. I tried. So a week ago Monday, when Mary told you she was off to Chicago to work on another deal, in fact she met me at the airport. We entered the newest and most luxuriously furnished of my three Gulfstream private jets and took off for Italy. Aside from the pilot and co-pilot, there were four gorgeous stewardesses just to take care of the two of us. Mary was impressed. She looked even more beautiful than I had remembered. To think that this priceless gem of female beauty had lived for twenty-five.