It could only be the hotel staff, everyone I know would call the mobile. Probably some junior assistant manager’s assistant wanting to ask if they c...ould do anything for me. Voice: “Hello Sexy” It was not the hotel staff. Me: “Hello?” Voice: “Hope I am not disturbing you?” the woman’s voice was soft and seductive. Me: “Who is this?” Voice:“An admirer.” Me: “Whose? How would you know me?” Voice: “An admirer of the man staying in room 3711.” Me: “Well that would be me, but how would you. ’ Simon entered the email address he received, it was obviously a law office. He sent the required documentation. ‘Carlene is also interested in singing the duet…with you, if it works out.’ ‘What’s the time frame?’ ‘She needs to get the next album completed by the end of the month.’ ‘I’m out of the country at the moment. I’ll be back at the end of the week for one week, then back on the road. Any chance we can schedule some studio time next week?’ ‘Carlene will be out of the city at her farm. I waited. Because the estate owed me, I could bid recklessly.When I said, rather loudly, "Three thousand," Melissa glared at me. It was the winning bid. She stepped down from the stage, and I handed her the torn shift. She threw it down and stepped on it. Her nipples were hard and jutting. I was tempted to have her then and there, to rip her open on the platform so everyone could hear her scream."You bastard," she hissed at me as I led her to my rig where two naked fieldhands waited wearing. “He will never know,” I promised her. My insides were burning for her now. I knew I was close, I just had to seal the deal. I pulled her perfect body into mine and bent down to kiss her neck while I whispered, “He will think you are working out, and while he thinks this I want to taste every inch of your perfect body.” Her breathing quickened and I gently but defiantly pulled her in the opposite direction. I seen her take a glance at room 1034 as we walked by, as if her husband would secretly.