She was wearing a business skirt suit and black patent high heels with sheer tan nylons of course. Anyhow her room had the ‘please make my room’ s...gn out and I entered and performed my duties. I started making the bed and then moved towards emptying the rubbish from the room. It was my lucky day, in the rubbish bin there were her discarded nylons perhaps worn from the day before. They were silky, soft and sheer to waist tan tights but when I picked them up there was something different about. I can feel my ears burning...wait a minute, is this...no way. No way i ended un in one of those glory hole rooms that i only thought existed in porn flicks. I need to make sure. Although the temptation to remove my blindfold is greater now, i keep it on, and decide not to start asking questions. BUt one i have to ask :" Is this a glory hole room, sir?". The answer both unnerves and excites me "Yes, slut, what did you think this is? A confessional? Now suck my damn cock before it goes limp. And. Well, to cut a long story short, when we got home he came on heavy again, and I gave him a blow job. I'm sorry Tim, but that's what happened. Later on I learnt that a blow job was the height of sexual ecstasy as far as Ken was concerned, and he didn't want a particularly good one at that. He was always easily bought off with a simple blow job."She wasn't looking at me now, I guess she was scared to. Rose made notes, and poured herself a glass of water. I sat quiet. I don't think it was as bad. “Jessa!” he yelled.A few seconds later Jessa exited the kitchen to the common room to see who was yelling for her. “There you are woman,” he said.“What’s all the fuss Bunter. You’re usually so calm and quiet,” she said smiling as that was as far from the truth about him as you could get.“Yeah, right, woman. Folks are going nuts all of a sudden. All the stones the palace put out just stopped working and fell to dust,” he exclaimed. “They all just quit and fell apart.”Ledger froze in place with a.