Her breasts were stunning. Not real big, but firm and smooth and so, so pretty. The were small, lovely mountains, each topped with swollen, pink nippl...es that were hard, so hard.This was much farther than we had ever gone before, I don't know if it was because she wore a skirt, I even wondered if she, and, yes, maybe, Katie, too, planned it that way, intentionally wearing skirts to make it easier for us to get to their panties. Maybe they were ready for more. No matter what, this was farther. It's Ken's deep voice and Stacy giggling. I jump when I find K2 sitting on the bed. K2 gets up and tells me Ken told him to sleep here. He too was a bit drunk. He asks me if it's OK. I say sure and move over. I'm fully dressed and a bit pissed off as I know Stacy loves my Ken's cock and he equally loves her huge fake tits. I go to the bathroom to pee and as much as to get even I come with just a t-shirt on. The bottom part is getting much better but I'm still uncomfortable with these. A hotel chain might want the local broadcast channels, a movie channel, a few porn channels, and a channel dedicated to hotel services that repeated the same content every half hour.At the bottom of the pile were the program providers. That's us. We produce a daily show and send it to our syndicate. But little independent producers aren't the only program providers. Organizations like the NFL provide programming. Movie producers like MGM and Paramount provide programming. Even national. Her choice of shirt was understated and straightforward, but she still made it seem sexy. Just a plain gunmetal grey vest that stopped a few inches above the navel, leaving a broad strip of her flat stomach bare. The stretchy material emphasised her bust, which, combined with her bare waist and slightly too small bra, proved a killer combination.“Good?” she asked, striking a few cute, coquettish poses.“Very good.”She did a little strut from one end of the room to the other like a mini catwalk..