It wasn’t difficult to hide it from my girlfriend because she worked dayshift, and I worked nightshift. It also helped that my girlfriend slept like... a log and wouldn’t wake up for anything. The biggest challenge was keeping grace away from my apartment, so I concocted a story about my mother staying with me for 6 months. Grace had met my mother and they did not like each other one bit.My life became quite interesting in the coming weeks. I would see Grace when my girlfriend was at work (she. I also made sure that I had shaved everything that needed shaving.I met the lady beforehand at a bar adjacent to the Hotel so that she could make an appraisal with enough time to decise if she liked me or not. It felt a little bit like I was a prize heifer at a cattle market but, hey ho, if things did work out I was going to be well paid.I had been told a little about the client but the description didn't match reality. She was a rather stern-laced lady from London with her hair swept back and. . so fucking sexy."She moaned as I put my hand down between her ass cheeks and pulled her pussy tight into my hip. She put her hand on my chest and began stroking my chest hair. I felt her fingers touch Betty's, pull back slightly, then gently glide over Betty's fingers. She used her hand to calm Betty's trembling fingers as she guided her hand up and over my chest, brushing against my nipples, in gentle circles. I nudged Betty's head with my chin, forcing her to look up at me, and leaned my. She must have noticed me, because she rearranged her outfit to hide her boobs.I was still none the wiser as we finished speaking and figured I'd go elsewhere and hopefully speak to someone I wasn't as attracted to.“Is there anything else I can help you with?”She asked.I was probably never going to see her again so cheekily I said,“Yeah, you can pull that top back down so I can see those tits before I go”I was ready for leaving, after being such an arsehole, but as I was about to turn around she.