"Well, we'd better go up to our room, I think my ladies are wanting some privacy with our guest for the evening," Bill said as they all stood up, the ...women holding towels over their boobs as we made our way to the elevator up to the eleventh floor where the towels dropped for the ride up, then held back in place as we went down the hall.Bill slid the card in the slot and opened the door for us to all go inside.As soon as we were inside, Megan and her mother dropped their towels again and pulled. In general it's only the owners, trainers,jockeys and the stable hands that are allowed in. Occasionally they'llask if we can get friends of the owners a special look around," Claudereplied."Thanks, I'd appreciate that. Do you have the name by role?" she askedand Claude nodded. A stable lass headed out past them at a run towardsthe security and out into the main stands.They headed back to the Stewards block where Claude got on the computerin the downstairs office and printed out the list for. She bit my lip. “Show it to me. I wanna see you jerk that big fat cock.”I was feeling squirrely so I stood up in front of her and let the bulge in my shorts stick straight out in front of her face. “You wanna see this big fat cock?”She looked up at me and then back down to the bulge in my shorts as I popped the button on my shorts. “Fuck yes!” She moaned as I slid the zipper down. My shorts slid down into a bunch around my ankles and my rock hard cock was hanging just inches in front of her. If phone calls aren't enough, why would just talking to her be?"My eyebrows shot up. "Ah. Like flowers or something. When I get there." Go with the 'something.'" I'll have to think about that. What that could be, that is." I'm sure you can come up with something creative." Uh, okay." I considered asking her if I could bounce ideas off of her later, but then decided no. I need to come up with it on my own. As scared as I was, I knew it'd be better if I could say it was entirely my own idea."Do.