She still held me in her hands and we separated enough to look in each other's eyes. I put my arms around her, locking my hands on her butt cheeks. I ...could feel the silky panties sliding against the skirt and I pulled Ann close to me and kissed her for real. We embraced and our lips parted. My nostrils were full of her perfume and her breasts were pushed up against me as our tongues danced against each other in a deep French. I brought my left hand up and cupped Ann's breast, feeling her push. I went room to room. On the first and third floors, I didn't discover anyone else. Aha, the judge was alone. The second floor held what looked like a home movie set. When I eased open the door where the judge was watching something on the TV, I could understand. He was watching a porno movie and I recognized the location from across the hall it had been made in. Ooh, what a dirty old man!Time to start things rolling. I went up the back stairwell and tossed an incendiary canister into the. The last time I had worn it, it was slightly form-fitting. Now it was more than skin-tight, stretching over the smallish orbs of my tits and, worst of all, my tight nipples. The material was thin enough to not leave anything to the imagination. I had never worn anything that exposing before. Then a small wave of panic caught me. Shoes! The two pairs with heels I owned were a black and a white one, none of which would go well with the pink. For Halloween I’d just put on my pink trainers, but. As he was finishing the story, the doorbell rang. He opened the door for a bellman with an envelope. The boy looked embarrassed. "Mr. Clifford, I need you to sign this receipt, please."Bill scrawled his signature and gave the boy one hundred dollars. He had immediately identified the handwriting as Ali's. "What room did this come from?" he asked.The boy turned red and looked into Bill's tormented eyes. Finally, he said, "It's suite 700, sir. But please don't tell anyone or I'm history!" Bill.