I wanted to help, but did she actually want help from me?I didn't even know where she was. She didn't bother letting me know her room number. I could ...all the front desk, but they probably wouldn't give that information out. Maybe I could talk them into it, but would she want that? It might piss her off to have me knocking on her door unexpectedly or calling her room. And I didn't have her cell number. She might have access to mine since she's a director, but I had no access to hers and she had. She was exhausted. Her pussy was raw and her lips were puffy from so much cock sucking. I didn't know this, of course. “I need a little rest.” she said as she closed the bath door for a self inspection.“I feel pretty good, I'm going to head up to the surf bar.” I called through the door.“OK, have fun. I'll be in dreamland.” Tiffany answered. She was relieved to be alone for awhile and be able to rest and clean up from the fuckathon.I sat at the end of the surf bar where I could get a cocktail. My manager and I were going over my resent sales numbers when Julie walked by his desk. He quickly stood up straight at attention; it was obvious that he was completely scared to death of her. He was a career man so I kind of understood why, but I was the new hotshot salesman who was at the top of the sales board with only a few weeks in. I had no fear.He introduced her to me as "Miss Yi" and I offered my hand. She ignored it and dressed me down with her cold dark gaze and finally said: “I. She has been teaching over the past 12 years there. She has been married to her husband Tom for 16 years now. Lori and her husband own a house just inside the city limits. As a teacher she has helped many students over the past to grow up and be successful in life. It is now the summer time and she is working on getting her schoolwork ready for the new school year.As the summer ends Lori and the kids go back to school. She is all excited to see her kids and the new students that come to visit.