Those flowers you bought?" she asked."Nah, consider the money a donation to a good cause," I said, waving my hand dismissively."Thanks," Heather said ...brightly. She paused for a moment, reaching into her basket to retrieve a card. "I'm going to give you this," she practically shouted, and I wondered if she was speaking loudly for my benefit or someone else's. Maybe trying to convince whoever might be her boss that giving me her card was on the up and up, and not some attempt to push her petals,. ' Sally turned sharply to look at me. 'I think this room is perfect,' I continued, 'look at him giving you the eye.' I pointed over her shoulder to a young man on the bus as it pulled away. I remained silent for the next few minutes giving Sally chance to respond. The risk of a slap was there but the possible prize was worth that risk. By the time the next bus arrived Sally had not responded but she still stood in front of me looking out of the window. Once again bored young men on the bus. The waitress nodded and said that they could go up to the buffet and help themselves breakfast and told them about some items including a chef that would cook up an omelet to order and another that would create a masterpiece of a Belgian waffle topped as they’d like. Dan headed to the omelet station while Pam went in search of the Belgian waffles—one of her all-time favorite breakfast foods.Placing their orders, the two then went to the buffet to pick up two sides for their breakfasts. Pam. "Now these please." She placed a foot on my lap, giving me a perfect view of her glistening slit. "And stop ogling my pussy." I'm afraid I can't do that." I leered, but I drew my eyes back to the job in hand and smoothed the nylon up over her thighs."Some of the men who work for me would give a month's salary to be where you are now." She smiled, "And a few of the women too."I finished both stockings and sat entranced as she fastened them to the long suspender straps dangling from her basque.