"I don't know!" she repeated, frustration showing in her voice, "my daughter didn't say!" Well," I tried, "if we can't get to 'how', maybe we can get ...to what you need help with?"She drank some more of the wine and tried to avoid looking at me, but her eyes kept darting back to my face, and then away again, so I tried a different tack."Perhaps it would help if I knew what you and Vanessa were discussing when she told you about me?"She stood and started pacing in front of her chair, then turned. ‘It’s not like her to miss our night,’ he thought to himself. ‘No emails from her, nothing.’ Then his expression changed to anger, ‘if that asshole boyfriend has done something, so help me I’ll…’ His thoughts were interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. Without looking, he answered in an unusually rough voice. ‘HELLO.’ ‘Christian, is that you?’ came the female voice from the other end. ‘Sis…where have you been? I’ve been really worried. What’s wrong? Are you ok?’ his voice lightened and so. Wells face grew bright red. She did not want to get drawn into a discussion about her husband’s cock being too big for her to enjoy making love. She could take it of course, her vagina stretched, but it was uncomfortable. Although John Wells was not her only lover, in fact he was her fourth in her whole sexual life, the other three when she was still single and had not met her husband yet. He was by far the largest, and at just over 9” in length and 2” in diameter he was way too big for her to. Since May is being so careful in dealing with this situation, he couldn’t be the one to screw it up.May, on the other hand, was thinking about the information she received from the doorman and sorting it out to decide her next move. For now, she decided to go after the women who were abused by Clovis and who still work at the hotel.She would not have the mental strength, so these two women fill her with both admiration and sadness. The fact that they still work in a place that has brought them.