" Yes, but not a BMW M3!"Melissa hugged her and whispered, "I want you to have it. I know what happened in the office on Monday night and that you had...a lot to do with bring us all together but more importantly, bring him back to me. Let's call it a gift from both of us then. I'm sure Jamie wouldn't be happy if he knew you were trying to give it to me."They both embraced again.At the end of the night, while waiting for Alfred, Jamie proposed a toast, "This may sound cliché, but I'm doing it. "Hiya!" she welcomed. "Are you, like, here for a room or something?" She put her magazine down and leaned forward on the countertop, clearly making an intentional display of her deep cleavage."Uh..." You were taken aback by the woman's blatant sexuality. You didn't even think to record her. "Y-yeah, I am. What're your rates?"Her mouth curved as she paused to show her surprise. Letting out a small gasp, she went over to type at a laptop behind the counter you hadn't noticed before. "Omigosh, do. She then looked back at Harry a notice he had built a tent inside his robe. She then grabbed the bottom her shirt and raised it above her head. She had tits that would make Dolly Parton jealous. Each breast was the size of Harry's head. His jaw just dropped to the floor. Emma walked around the desk and shoved one of her breasts into Harry's open, awaiting mouth and Harry complied with her. He took her nipple into his mouth and tried to see if he could milk it. When he found it was dry Harry. By the time Hank was behind the podium the wall behind him lit up with the title of his multi-media presentation: THE ROLE OF ROBOTICS IN WORKPLACE SECURITY.A white-haired woman opened the door to the banquet room and dragged a cleaning cart in. She was dressed in the rude coveralls and cheap shoes of the indentured servant."This banquet room is closed--please leave," the red-haired slave-bodyguard told the indentured servant. When the cleaning lady said in Spanish that she didn't speak.