Obviously, guests don't ask the concierge to commit crimes, but they did often ask me to procure prostitutes for them, which of course is i*****l. I m...naged to keep a small list of girls and guys that I could call on. You would be surprised how many single travelling ladies were looking for a guy, and did not want to go through the charade of a night in a pick up bar.??One guest that I remember in particular was a lady in her late 40s. She was a classy, impeccably dressed, business woman.. “Yup, and I expect you to take advantage of it.”Kelly pulled the thong back into place on her way to the closet. She came out wearing an old Lions football jersey I hadn’t worn in years.“Can I wear this today?” Kelly asked, modeling the oversized shirt for me.The shirt came down to mid-thigh on Kelly. She turned around, bending over to show me how it rose up to give me a glimpse of her nearly naked ass. Turning back to me, she leaned over again, showing me how the neck gapped so I could see her. Tim's mouth was all but watering at this point. as jen put her foot up she uncrossed her legs showing off her white thong. if you've seen the pictures i've posted you know jen also has a nice ass and i'm sure tim could see a little of it too. jen showed tim the spot on her arch that tickled, setting her foot on his lap. she had him where she wanted him. then tim said to jen "remeber when i offered to rub your feet, what do you say i rub your feet while we talk, its the least i can do for. I didn?t like the dark. Inever had and my mum made me sleep in the dark. She never let me havethe light on. She?d taken the bulb away.I carried on, wishing I hadn?t lost the key to our flat. I was going tobe in such trouble when my mum got home. She could be so nasty if I didwrong, especially if she hadn?t had her cigarettes. I had to??Wait.?I stopped, eyes staring wildly into the darkness.Those thoughts...This staircase...?Oh my God.?It wasn?t changing me back. It was changing me more. It was.