He nodded. I finished my beer and did not offer him anything. I told him to follow me. I went to the elevator. he followed. On the way up to the r...oom, I told him to give me his phone. I turned it off - I did not want any interruptions, and bitches his age are too fucking distracted... We entered my suite. I turned to him and spoke slowly and clearly. I explained that I would be making him do things he had never done before. I would push his boundaries, and expose him to things he had only. ) She starts with a foundation and goes on to use more products than I can even remember their names. She tells me to not look in the mirror yet and goes to the other room. It took all of my will-power to not peek, but I didn't. She returns with a dark wig that she explains she wears when she wants to go out to a bar and not give a damn about how people treat her. (She's a red-head and finds that the wig gives her an alternate persona.) Two dangling clip-on earrings and I get to look. Upon. "How long would you like, honey? For one song it's..." He cutme off."Don't worry about the price, just keep going until I ask you to stop."I smiled again, and started to strip, with thoughts of banknotes pilingup. I was soon in bra, stockings and suspenders, and heels, positioned infront of him. My legs were astride his, and my arms were either side ofhis neck, holding onto the back of his chair. He was smiling contentedlyinto my chest. After one track I stood to slip off my bra, at which. ”Hawk sighed at hearing ‘living in the past ‘Bama fans’ were here, even on the west coast, and answered, “Yes, I guess you can give it to him.”As Hawk removed everything down to a ‘Padre’s’ tee shirt, Raj asked, “If I not being too nosy, why are you wearing all those shirts?” Hawk chuckled as he explained the original purpose of using the different shirts and hats to make it difficult for anyone trying to follow him. “Since you still had them all on, I assume you didn’t have anyone ‘on your.