Not that you care about that kind of shit, I just like to tell people because most don't have a clue about the history of the cities they live in.My s...ouse of twelve years came to me this morning and told me the need was upon her.Unfortunately I knew exactly what 'need' she was referring to. Pam wanted a ROAD TRIP. I tried to convince my wife that we could invite a few guys over this up coming weekend to fuck her, but she was adamant; nothing short of a 'road trip' would be sufficient to. " I looked out the window and saw the sun nearing the horizon. "Unless you really want to do it tonight."I saw her shudder as she shook her head. "No, let's wait, but I want to see if there's anything to what Cecily said." You don't really think that was Cecily Fitzhugh ... do you?" Tommy, I don't believe in ghosts!" Oh, really? I thought.The next morning was a perfect day to prowl around an abandoned—and possibly haunted—building: cloudy and windy, with rain threatening.I had pulled one of the. I looked again at the mother’s letter. Hotel Nueva York. That explained it. Not the fanciest place in town, despite its name, but an OK mid-range hotel. Good tourist trade, from what the manager, himself a recent Cornell School of Hotel Administration graduate, had told me when I’d chatted with him at one of our annual travel fairs.Monsieur M owned this hotel, among others.That explained the referral from the ambassador, but not why. Tootsie had said it was urgent. Ambassador or not, it was. Stepping back out of sight, I got dressed in just a skirt and top, no bra or panties and made my way round to his flat. I was going to pretend I wanted to borrow some milk or something. As soon as he opened the door, I could see he still had an erection by the bulge in his pants and from what I could make out, he had a decent sized cock. When I asked him if he had any spare milk, he invited me and told me to wait in the lounge while he kitchen. I did as he asked and sat down on the couch..