Susan went to the door peering through the peephole. “It’s someone from the hotel.”She opened the door to him, “Hello,” she smiled noticing ...the silver bucket, bottle and two glasses.“This bottle of champagne is for you and your husband,” he said.“Dan, we got a bottle of champagne from the hotel. Please come in,” she smiled admiring the teenaged boy wearing a hotel blazer.“Not from us but a gift,” he replied, his eyes taking in her revealing dress. “There’s a note with it.”“Honey, do you have a. I only had three glasses of wine all night," she said as she held up four fingers. She giggled at my reaction and put her arms around my neck."You are so silly," she giggled.I felt her press herself into me again, her hands around my neck, and looked down at her smiling face. She stood on her tip-toes and put her mouth on mine, kissing me gently, as she pushed into my now-hardening cock. I pulled my mouth away and looked into her eyes."What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper."Remember what. "Who are you?" I'm a guy who was told to go see you, and to find out if you needed some help." He stood up straighter and smiled at me."I'm Paul Frenchak, and I'm sorry about the way I sounded earlier. I've been distracted by some problems. You mentioned help? Can you give me an idea of the kind of help that you can provide me. I'm afraid I'm not in a position right now to offer you any employment." I meant financial help. My father has heard of your program, and he heard that you might need. “Sylvester, I like you and I have really enjoyed your company. My invitation is totally above board.” Then with a smile, he continued, “I don’t have a dungeon and I won’t enslave you for my sexual gratification.” We both had a good laugh.Twenty minutes later I was in my vehicle, following his motorbike.Eddie’s home was stunning. The garden was beautifully laid out and the interior, modern and tasteful. The paintings and sculptures were exceptional. After the grand tour, we finally arrived back.