I got up and showered. I dressed myself and they were still out. I wrote a note that I went out to the restaurant. Be back soon. I sat the note on the table next to the bed. I went to the desk and told them that my friend had a little accident on the mattress and if they needed to replace anything just throw it on the card on file. Also put a hundred dollar tip on it as well. I sat in the restaurant. It was 3:30 pm and I ordered a steak. I sat in a booth and saw only a male waiter and one other male customer. I decided it was OK to take off my glasses. As I enjoyed my lunch, a couple were seated in the next booth. I looked up to see a guy in a suit looking at me. amateur He told his wife to sit on the side facing me and he sat with his back to me. She looked pretty. Nice shape, modestly low cut, little black cocktail mini dress, black heels. "I guess the help has to eat too. But, Why can't they eat in the kitchen? I hope he showered today." The guy must be complaining about me. "Oh, Mike. He can hear you. He is too good indian looking to work here. He must be a movie star. Look at those eyes." His wife said. He must be a rich arrogant jackass to expect only people in a suit to eat in the same room as he does. His wife was looking at me, she waived and mouthed 'Hi.' I took the last bite of steak and decided to have fun blondes with Mr. Jackass' wife. I drank my water but looked at her face while doing that. I licked my lips and saw her face get red. I sat and just stared at her. She said to the waiter she would have what her husband ordered. I saw her grab his pen as he turned to leave. She wrote on a napkin and returned it. Mr. Jackass was looking at a financial newspaper. She said she wanted to see if there was a magazine she liked at the desk. His wife walked to the desk and grabbed a magazine but crossed over and passed by my booth on the return. I followed her movements looking at her face. She was in her late 20s or early 30s. She softly touched my shoulder and dropped a napkin on my hand. There was an out of state phone number and the name, Jill. People fuck all the time. “The person rarely ever survives long after. V “So…? Shahira let out a little chuckle and ran her fingers through his fine soft hair, “Kiss me first, come here.” James too felt flushed, and his cock was already painfully hard. The sound came from another jet across the room. Now I hear you’re doing jobs around town. Finally, amateur he found indian Hades blondes next to two doorways. "Don't worry, its pretty clean in there."