I liked the look. I knew that the orange material was stuck to my body and I could have been competing in a ‘wet t-shirt’ contest – top and bott...om. I took Robert’s towel and wrapped it around my waist, leaving my wet tits totally exposed.I smiled and waved to whats-her-name at the desk on the way past. She gave me another thumbs-up, seeing the effect of the water on the suit she’d loaned us.The minute or so those fourteen floors took on the elevator seemed like an eternity. Once we were alone. That very night, I suggested to Dianna that she use the new maid to sooth her nerves in a quiet evening of bathing in the warm water brought by the servants to her private room and then to have Nicolette wash her thoroughly not missing a single hidden spot with a professional touch. At first, she objected to the very thought of a massage but I expressed my opinion that it was quite ordinary between members of the same sex and that she should have no regret using the girl’s skills as long as she. All of her actions that night had been that of someone looking for an anonymous fuck. The lack of conversation, the way she’d managed to avoid giving her name or any way of contacting her, and yes, he’d checked. In fact it was the first thing he’d done once he’d realised she’d left. Rationalising, his first thought had been that she’d gone for a shower, but the bathroom was empty. Likewise with the kitchen, the living room, that was when he’d begun looking for a note, some explanation. Last. “Actually it’s Henry,” He replied Now I was confused. “Sorry… Henry?” I questioned. “Yes, I never call myself by my real name on line, it’s just a bit of a risk with the location there” he added Not helping my nerves I thought. Shit, what if someone realises that Richard from the midlands is me… I took a deep breath and just thought how unlikely that was. Stop panicking I told myself. “Do you want to watch a DVD to get in the mood” George asked The way things were going it was more likely.