He had not seen her since his grandfather's funeral five years earlier. She did not attend the memorial service for his father and the subject never c...me up.As a 13 year old, he remembered her as a very pretty, shorter, dark-haired version of his mother, but he assumed his memory was playing tricks on him. He anticipated a wrinkled, white haired woman with a stern look on her face would be greeting him when he arrived home. That was anything but the case. His grandmother was about 5'5" tall,. I stopped by the hotel and went to the room. It was two younger guys, well younger than me as I am in my mid forties. I think they were here hunting. They let me in, I was hoping for a big tip so I flirted a little with them trying to build up the tip. They gave me the money and a good tip. Just as I was about to leave one of the guys asked me if I knew where they could get laid? I told them I did not know. As I reached for the door one of the men offered me cash to "help them out." I needed. From the very next day, I was bringing my own sandwich for lunch from the home. Lucky that she was there at the lunch time daily, affording me the opportunity to talk with her.Couple of days later, I saw her sitting in the cafeteria with her lunch. I walked up to her and said, “Hello”. She replied with a “Hi”. I introduced myself, “I am Joseph from the Audits and Loss prevention Department”. She shook my hand and though, I could read, she told me her name, “Amrita” from the “Accounts. I was covered in spider silk from head to toe. And the saliva He slobbered on my breast was starting to itch as it dried. My moans of protest were muffled by the silk rope I was gagging on.The need to scratch my chest was as great my desire to finger myself. I tried to break my arm free from the web, but to no avail.As his thrusts grew more intense, I sank my teeth deeper into the silk I was gagging on. I figured that munching it little by little, eventually I would have cut it. It took me.