" his voice trailed off as he looked down, embarrassed.That was it for me. I couldn't deny my lust for him any longer. I went to him and stood in fron...t of him. He looked up at me and I pulled him close. His beautiful face nuzzled into my stomach as he wrapped his arms around me."Please, James, don't be sorry," I whispered, as I ran my fingers through his hair, my breath ragged and my heart beating fast. "I am the one who is sorry. Sorry I said no," I whispered to him.He pulled away and looked. There was a typed sheet of instructions, a map fragment and a car rental agreement. I started with the instructions.InstructionsBabe, our plans have changed – we aren't staying in a hotel here, I've made other arrangements for our accommodation.1. Go to the Thrifty car rental booth to pick up the car. Make sure it has a GPS navigation system; the one that I've booked for you does, and you will need that for the next stages.2. Enter this address into the system:Rosewood Avenue, Cabarita Beach –. "Ok take me to the Dorchester now, I think we should go for one of the best", "Yes Terry" the chauffer replied smiling in her rear view mirror, lookingat the two hookers Terry asked if they where available till tomorrow lunchtime, after some heavy negotiating a fee was agreed and everyone smiled. Thejourney from Soho to park lane did not take long, when they arrived the limopulled up and the night doormen came scuttling over. "Any bags Ma'am?" he askedin that quaint English accent. Terry. God I love that line from "A Charlie Brown Christmas".After stammering a bit she looked through her till, then the safe beside her desk and finally went off to talk to her supervisor. I was having a hard time not laughing when one of the women I had pulled this on over the years had finally gotten a promotion. She was a damn good fuck and almost insatiable. We had a little fling for a few weeks when her husband left her to screw some college kid. It did not take long for his young lover to.