When she had a free moment, she began to outline a plan for her business. It was just a sketch, but it felt good to get her ideas down on paper.On Fri...ay morning she got a surprise call from Bob Davenport. He was still in Europe but wanted to call and say hello. Jenny was more than a little excited to get the call since it meant that he hadn't forgotten about her in the past week. She was even more surprised when he asked her to reserve a Saturday afternoon and evening for him, which she. "Mmm..." she murmured, "is that the taste of my pussy?" "Mmmhmm," I smiled, "delicious, huh?" She kissed me again in reply. "One day, I'll let you taste mine," I whispered, "but right now, I think you need a cock..." "Oh God, yes," groaned Sammy, "would you find me one?" I quickly climbed off the bed and went to the door. A young man was just walking by. I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the room. I indicated Sammy, lying on the bed, her arms and legs spread wide. "She needs a cock. " No I won't, you silly man, I like it. Do you make a habit of flirting with women old enough to be your mother?" You're not that old." I should think I am."Then the food arrived and for some time the conversation remained as bland as the soup. It was only after the main course was finished that Frank again played his hand. After a comment or two about some of the new speakeasy clubs that had opened, he boldly invited her to a night on the town with him.Mrs. Wingrave seemed amused. "Oh dear,". "I'm sure I could get away. I need the break," I replied. "Anything particular you like to eat?" she asked coyly. "Honestly, I'm a pizza and tacos kind of girl," I said with a laugh."I think I'm in love," she laughed back. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek and she said she would call soon. I really wanted this to happen, but I felt more than likely it wouldn't. Roxy and I left soon after and began our drive home. Thoughts raced through my head of what might be, but I didn't want to.