Next day, it was as if nothing had happened, but for the next month or so, virtually every night she's say 'watch me', and the same thing happened. A...s you can imagine, after a month of watching her masturbate, I was horny as hell to fuck. I was going to ask her that night if she wanted to fuck, but before I could ask, when I got home she told me she had a guy coming round tonight to fuck her, would I like to watch? Well, again, who would say no? This time I had to do it secretly, she'd. Then I decided to go inside myself and take a look around. Maybe this was a dinner meeting? I checked the casual cafe downstairs and the ritzy restaurant upstairs at the top of the hotel and despite a careful search saw no trace of them. There were some private offices on several of the lower floors of the hotel, including some of the management offices for the professional baseball team, but no other legal offices that they could likely be visiting.Nearly frantic, I made something of a pest of. ’ That stopped him. ‘I don’t know if that is such a good idea. I don’t do underwear.’ She got a towel from the bathroom next door. ‘I promise not to peek.’ He grinned as she turned her back and he quickly took off his jeans and laid back with the towel over him. Not that it hid a lot. ‘Okay, let’s give this a shot.’ Her hands were soft but strong and the oil she used on his leg did smell relaxing. It also heated his skin and seemed to go into the very depth of his leg. Like the scars on his. Two hours before we were to leave, I got a call from Marge. Henry was sick. Stomach and intestinal problems sprang up and in spite of really wanting to go, it was not in his best interest for sure. As Penny was really excited by now to go, I called her and suggested just the two of us go. After all, it was only dinner. She agreed and as there was only the two of us, I took my Porsche Boxster and dropped the top. It was a beautiful early evening.Dinner was great. Food is always excellent.