In the one at Hyde Park Corner which you,ll know if you know where Lord Wellington,s house is I Worked nights off and on for almost a year. It meant l...ots of time on my feet checking women’s, handbags and all briefcases. Why? The despicable IRA were targeting London and blowing people up with their destructive bombs! As if checking bags and hand bags would stop a determined bomber! In the hours after midnight the hotel drew quieter and at last I was able to go round to the Loading Bay Area for. She started rubbing her clit faster while her hips were pushing up, then her body sexually shuddered and jerked though a very satisfying orgasm. She laid still allowing her breathing to become normal again. She had made a decision, she would like to have sex with her son Mark, although she didn’t know how he would feel about it . She knew he often peeked at her neked body. Tomorrow morning, she would take the initiative and invited him to have sex with her as if it was another birthday gift.. He cracked a joke and the laughter started again. while this was happening he was dealing games of poker between us. I won the first hand and he took his pants off. There was no word of strip poker or anything like that. He won the next hand and made me take off my pants as well. We are now both sitting around a table in shirts and boxers. Then he had to go to the bathroom but instead of going up stairs he took the closest two liter and pissed in that. His 7 inch soft cock barely couldn't even. The girl and I stood beside the high bed, looked at him and then at each other. "Perhaps," she sighed, "you will have to be his substitute. Can you do that? Do his duties?"She smiled and licked her lips as her hand came to fondle my bulging groin."I can but try," I whispered back as I set to unlacing her bodice."He would not allow me to bring any of my maids with me," she said as she wiggled under my eager hands."Such a pity," I told her as I bent to kiss the tiny nipples of her warm, plump.