I loved the way it felt when she straightened it. It was so soft, and long. I'm always surprised how long my hair really is when it's straight, instea... of curly; almost touching my waist. The outfit I selected was once again chosen with him in mind. I started with a black lace pair of panties; the style made my ass look phenomenal. Being crotchless didn't hurt either. Black lace matching bra, pushing the girls up. I decided to wear fishnet stocking with a garter belt. I topped the "outfit" with. I finished my beer and did not offer him anything. I told him to follow me. I went to the elevator. he followed. On the way up to the room, I told him to give me his phone. I turned it off - I did not want any interruptions, and bitches his age are too fucking distracted... We entered my suite. I turned to him and spoke slowly and clearly. I explained that I would be making him do things he had never done before. I would push his boundaries, and expose him to things he had only dreamed of. In the late afternoon I awoke and took a shower and dressed. Settling onto the sofa with my New York Times, I awaited Martha.She returned late, around five-forty-five, looking cheerless and enervated in the brown two piece suit in which she had been so fresh and pretty a few hours before. I opened the door for her and grinned, wearing my new frames. Unsmiling, she entered sluggishly and plopped her purse onto the dining table.I stood behind her, waiting, my new frames sitting squarely on my. Layla smiled"Can you do me one more favor sir?" Anything," Flynn replied obediently. He had a look of pure adoration onhis face."Can you lock yourself inside? It would please me very much," Laylawhispered in a seductive tone.Unable to break away from her charms, Flynn responded, "Of course ma'am."He walked robotically inside Layla's former room and locked the door.When the locking mechanism clicked shut, Layla giggled happily and huggedMatt affectionately."What did you do to Flynn?" Matt asked.