She remembered something that she had seen on her bedside table. She picked up the card and read it until she found, Room Service, Laundry and Dry Cl...eaning. Aha! She called the number.Soon, there was a knock, and she let in a man wearing a shirt with the hotel logo. He had darker skin than Daddy, but it was brown, not yellow. He appeared to be not much older than herself, though she realized that in America she was a poor judge of age. He introduced himself as 'Wann', but the name he. She'd enjoyed this hour and a half, she'd done her nails,talked on the phone to three different clients, and had the slow, consistentslurping, tickling tongue. God, the poor woman must be exhausted. ?No, Evelyn,dearie?I can't seem to cum a third time. I've cum twice, but you know therule, three times is the charm!? Prattsie giggled silently, hearing the deepsigh from the blindfolded older woman bound beneath her. Then came some more weary licks. Miss Pratt smiled. Now for some fun. ?Youknow,. The head of my dick is wet with cock dew. It is running down the shaft onto my nuts. I am cradling my balls and can feel the moisture, I start teasing my puckered ring first with one finger then a second one slipping them both inside using my manmade jellyfor lube they slide in with ease.Fuck that feels good as a third one joins the other two. In and out fucking my man pussy with three digits. It’s a good thing I have rubber sheets on the bed because the precum is flowing like water. I’ve got. When I was ready to pay for the gun and bullets, the cashier said,"Strip down, facing me."Making a mental note to complain to the NRA about the gun control wackos running amok, I did just as she had instructed.When the hysterical shrieking and alarms finally subsided, I found out she was referring to how I should place my credit card in the card reader!!!I've been asked to shop elsewhere in the future.They need to make their instructions to seniors a little clearer.I still don't think I looked.