I felt her hot breath as she found my hard cock with her hand; she murmured a little “mmmmm” in my ear as she ran her fingers over the outline of ...my shaft. Her lips returned to sucking greedily on my lobe as her fingers found the top button of my jeans, popping it open with ease, I still had not moved, I still had not spoken a word since entering the flat. Another button popped, freeing some of the strain my cock had been feeling, I sighed with relief, arching my back even more, allowing my ass. I think there is even some kind of housing allowance that goes with that too, but I don't understand all of that part. So you interested?" Let me think about it, OK?" Sure take as long as you want, but the guy retires in two months."Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Sandy jumped up to answer the door. It was room service with breakfast. The other two girls came running. Sam signed the ticket and we dug in. As I was sipping the last of my fresh orange juice, I said, "Sam, I have. Reach behind you and get your towel for me, will you sweetie?"On the rack was a white fluffy towel with the name, "Patricia"embroidered in pink script."Who's Patricia, Auntie Mame?" Why, I had that made for you. I just think Patricia sounds so muchprettier. You don't mind if I call you Patricia, do you?"Obey, no matter what, I had been told."No, ma'am," I said, drying off. I noticed I still smelled like thebubble bath."Good!" said Auntie Mame. "Now, would you reach into the closet and getthat. “Oh, not anyone we know, hon. That’s just too damned complicated… and besides, all your male friends are probably crap in bed. No, let’s get us a male prostitute. Easy. And he’ll know what he’s doing.”They’d spent weeks planning the scenario, working out arrangements and auditioning their “stud”. The anticipation had been exquisite, and they’d enjoyed some of the wildest, most passionate sex in the interim. Lisa couldn’t help thinking that her suggestion was well worth it, whether they went.