She’s wearing a t-shirt that shows off her strangely widely spaced and firm boobs, and is tucked into her tight jeans. Either she enjoys her job a ...ittle too much, or she’s playing up for the camera.We cut to a close-up - a better view of her face - not unattractive, big smile, big teeth… Her blonde hair cut in a bob. She looks right into camera and introduces herself, full of energy and smiles – with a particularly strong Bristolian accent. “My name’s Lois Gordon… I’m 49, and I’m from. She stepped up to the counter. The man in front of the register had fallen asleep. She tried to call out to Chad who was on the far side of the room. But he didn't hear her, and she didn't want to wake the man up for fear of what he might think seeing her there. She wasn't quite sure why she cared what others thought but she did. She always had. It kept her out of a lot of trouble.Finally, after five minutes of trying to get Chad's attention, she placed the book down gently on the desk and. I opened the door and as I turned to place the box on the table, the guy walked in and closed the door. I looked at him and said 'pardon me,' he looks at me and takes out his dick and start stroking it. I look him in the eye and said 'what do you think you are doing,' his reply was simple 'I want to fuck that tight ass of yours,' I must to have looked like a fish out of water. This stranger that I have only seen once a month for the past six months, was standing in my hotel room stroking his. I know how much you've been hurting, how desperate you are for any kind of affection. Why do you think I let you get away with it? But it's not fair for you to tempt me like that, Sara. I can only put up with so much. And I don't want to screw up the best thing that's ever happened in my life."John was smiling at me and glanced up at the doorway. I heard a squeal and the next thing I knew I had a squirming Jill sitting in the space I'd vacated for Sara, her arms wrapped around mine and her.