When we finished, we gathered our trash and put it in the garbage can before heading out to go back to the hotel. Jill pointed out that it was a bit past 9:30. As we were walking back, a black Towncar pulled into the hotel. A man in a black tuxedo got out and held the door for a short stout man who was dressed in a fine suit. I said to Jill, “I bet that’s our guy,” smiling at her. She agreed and smiled back. Dakota reached into her purse and handed me a couple more of my business cards. She asked if she should head back up asian to the room and get her assistant’s notebook. I thought that it would be prudent and directed her to do so. When we all entered the hotel, Tina and Dakota headed to the elevators and Jill and I approached the front desk. “Good Morning Sir, may I help you?” The college-aged guy behind the counter asked. “Good Morning, I’m here to see a Mr. Roy Miller, is he here yet?” I ask. As I had anticipated, the stout man with the nice suit stepped forward and introduced himself. We shook hands and I asked if there was somewhere to go to have a private conversation. He invited Jill and me behind the counter to their office. I told the front desk guy that our two assistants would be down here shortly and to direct them to where we were going to be. Mr. Miller japanese took us to a back office. “Mr. Greene, Ms. Coggins will be here shortly,” He started chinese with. “Um, as she put it to us in no uncertain terms, she wants to be called MISS,” I started. He seemed puzzled. “Mr. Miller, what have you been told about the events that occurred here yesterday?” I asked. “Well, I was told that you and your girlfriend and your two daughters all came down yelling and screaming about how you were being overcharged and wanted the money back.” He told us. “Um, well about the only thing that you have right so far was that we were here and we did speak to someone at your front desk. Other than that, you don’t have tits a single thing correct.” I replied. Just then, Dakota and Tina were led to this office. “Mr. Miller, this gorgeous lady is not my girlfriend, she’s my wife. She also happens to be the COO of Jaxson Inc. The two daughters you referred to are these two ladies, our assistants. Yesterday, we were told by your ‘manager’ that we were not enough somebodies to rent two rooms on the top floor. That they were only reserved for people who are ‘somebodies’ and that we certainly didn’t qualify.” I began telling him. “Our manager said that all you did was yell and scream at him japan and demanded that he call Miss Coggins,” he went on to say. “Mr. Miller, the entire front desk is under camera and microphone is it not?” I asked knowing the answer before I even asked the question. "Well, of course, it is," he said. “Then let’s pull up the tape and take a look,” I suggested. Mr. Miller moved over to a computer and began typing. He scratched his head saying, “That’s odd,” before typing again. All four of us began to suspect something was afoul in the system. “Huh, that is really odd,” he says again. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “Well, the camera and microphone seem to be working and then it just stops about an hour before you say you arrived. There’s nothing from the point of it stopping to well….now,” Miller tells us. He had put on a pair of asian basketball shorts but hadn’t quite made it to getting a shirt on yet. I shuddered, her movement bringing me closer to cumming, my japanese entire body trembling. And she is not going to be released soon.” "Trust me Tina. He kissed her hard again. “You will chinese not withstand this” Leon assured her, silkily. Everyone gets out of their respective cars holding bags, boxes, luggage and the such. To keep her body fit, she runs daily. “Lucilla,” I said, tits aware that honorific titles meant nothing here, “how are your cramps, Sara?” When I was honest with myself, I already considered myself a whore. "Well we need a chat about this" She sat up straight he tone was serious I wiggled my hips, loving the hot japan touch of Terry's strong fingers kneading my rump. "I don't know. Taking my hand she led me upstairs and into the guest room. I grunt, splashing my face with cold water from the basin, and turn back to catch him in the act of watching me. Mansom looks quickly away, but his guilty start gives away that he was staring at my body, again. I got down, on the floor. I soon found a way to make a move on her. “You are right Georgia that is an unusual request but not an impossible one, in fact only last year another young lady came to me with the exact same request.” I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.