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Paddy Stoddart placed his small case onto his hotel bed and sat in the comfortable chair facing the 50" Sony television. He had turned the aforementioned tv on, but it was only on for a distraction. His mind was elsewhere. He stripped his suit off and hung it up neatly in the wardrobe, standing there in a white shirt, blue tie, black socks, and a purple silk ladies thong. He rang down for room service, ordering a specific pot of herbal tea and a cheese scone. He thought better when drinking tea....especially herbal.
His intention had been to drive straight to the nursing home and confront Mcpeevie immediately about the sex pictures the fat Scotsman had sent to his company phone. On deliberation, while driving, he had changed his mind. Going in, all guns blazing, would be just what Mcpeevie would be expecting. A different tactic was required. If it was a mistake, the fact he had been sent the sex file had been sent to him was of no consequence. It was against company policy to fraternise with the staff. End of! Not always adhered too....he admitted. But.....couldn't fragrantly be laughed at as Alan Mcpeevie appeared to be doing.
The Holiday Inn executive suite, he had booked, was only available because it was the weekend, and he had booked it for three nights maximum. He had decided to do some flash inspections of the five premises the company owned in the north east, and get his ghosts of this area extinguished. Most of the homes he had never been too....all because of that bitch Sylvia she had humiliated him, and he'd let it fester for two long. He undid his silk tie, hung it up then unbuttoned his shirt and folded it neatly into a plastic bag labelled for in-house laundry. Standing in his socks and thong, he slipped on a courtesy dressing gown and waited for his tea and snack too arrive.....his mind drifting back to the fateful day when an interview had gone so terribly wrong. For months after, he'd waited for the dreaded knock on the door....the accusation of sexual harassment. It never came. Now, three years later....because, of probably, a mistake!....it was back.
His tea arrived, and the young lady, dressed in hotel uniform, set it down and poured him a cup. He slipped her a tip and she left. He didn't even notice her, he was so far away, mentally.
He sipped the herbal concoction, and let his memory reveal all the unfortunate details of that fateful day....which, had been three years ago...but still, seemed like yesterday.
Stoddart was, at the time, a general manager. He was responsible for home management, and was his duty, at his level, to vet and employ suitable candidates for positions of senior management. Not a task he enjoyed, purely because of the system adopted by the Canadian owners. What was wrong with the old fashioned way of just interviewing candidates....he did not know. The company structure, at this level, demanded a different approach. Much to his annoyance. The plan, was that they grouped all the candidates into teams of three, with one senior member of the company, watching. The three teams were set different tasks, and the 'watcher' took notes. After a process of elimination depending on team input, one of the team was deselected, and then the next step took place....blah blah blah. The end result was three candidates being set individual tasks, including financial spread sheet management, multitask operation, staffing control, and finally, at the end.....a one to one interview....with him. Paddy Stoddart.
He hadn't been involved with Sylvia, in her first group of tasks....but he had noticed her. Tall, very attractive, nice tits, big...firm looking. And...falling out of a stretchy tight top. Hard not to notice, he recalled. He also remembered the way she laughed....how, her laugh was the most sexual laugh he'd ever heard. She oozed sex. His cock had hardened in his wife's panties, watching her as she stood at a flip chart going through her presentation. She was very confident. He didn't know her age even though he had all candidates details in front of him. He liked to form his own picture of the performing monkey, then check to see how accurate he was. Just his own game, but it alleviated some of his boredom. He guessed she was early 30's, 130 lbs, 5'8", C cup tits, natural brown hair, even though it was dyed black...shaved pussy, and had at least two tattoos. He guessed, she was a very good nurse, married, had one c***d, maybe two...holidayed abroad regularly, and loved sex..
When the process was down to only two, it was easier. An HR executive, and himself, interviewed the remaining two prospective site managers. His mind had already been made up. Eye contact, and a private chat had seen too that.
He recalled her words as they had resumed a two hour section on interpersonal skills, before the HR representative returned. "Mr Stoddart, if you were to give me your room number.....maybe, we could.....have a private....chat! I could mayhem show you some....ahem...proper....skills!" What he recalled, not withstanding anything else...was...the way, she used her eyes to back her statement up with a confidence he'd never witnessed before.
And so, a short while later they were in the hotel lift and the brazen cunt had been rubbing his crotch and stretching up, kissing him passionately, letting him fondle her firm tits, crowned with bullet hard nipples. He was smitten. The job was hers...and he was going to fuck her! End of!
It's funny how things don't work out so good.
Once in his room it was for ten minutes or so, a blur of flesh and excitement. The bitch peeled her figure hugging top off her body then dropped her dress trousers too the floor, stepping out of them, revealing her black, silk, matching underwear. His cock had never been so hard. He was sexually intoxicated. When she turned her back to him, offering him her bra strap to undo...he became all fingers and thumbs. She had helped him, by reaching behind and unclasping the tormenting material. His hands had slid under the loosened bra material and gripped the firmest breasts he'd had the fortune to hold. Her nipples were like bolts, poking into the palms of his hands. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven....three minutes later he wished he had. She pulled his hands off her breasts, turned, smiled, and hooked her fingers into her thong and slid them down her legs, her eyes never leaving his. He recalled, that until then not a word had been spoken. With panties in hand she handed them to him and dropped to her knees tugging at his belt buckle. Stoddart was so into the moment, his under attire had completely slipped his mind. His fetish was female silk panties...thongs, of recent years....and as her hands worked on getting his trousers off, his mind was only focused on that mouth clamping onto his rock hard penis. He knew he wasn't well endowed...far from it. Slightly below average he had guessed. When his trousers hit the floor, she smiled at the tight material encasing his hardening cock. "Kinky". Was her only comment. She had licked along the length of the still hidden man meat, and said...."fuck....it's hard!"
Paddy Stoddart had, as everybody in life had, been insulted at some time. This time it cut him to his very sole. Those three words spoken would haunt him for the rest of his life. 'Fuck it's hard". That's all she said.....'fuck it's hard'. It played over and over in his mind. Just a little different tone of voice and it wouldn't have mattered. Unfortunately for both of them it was a statement that said....'what a little cock this is!!
He had lost control and ordered her out of his room, telling her her job prospects were minimal and to leave the premises immediately. She had pulled her top over her braless tits and quickly pulled her trousers on, scrambling to escape as fast as she could. Her appologies floated in her wake, as she fled the scene of her now non existing job prospects. The door closed and Paddy Stoddart was, still standing in the same position, he had been in....still standing with Sylvia.....the cunt....with her wet panties still in his hand. he looked at the crotch of the material and raised them to his face, as, he had many times with other pairs of wet panties. However, this time they weren't being honoured with his inhalations. No...they were being used to wipe away tears.....tears of humiliation...tears of realisation...realisation of the consequences that his decision to fuck a prospective job candidate....well! It was hopeless. He had spent many months waiting on the axe to fall. Waiting and waiting. Checking mail, with trepidation. Answering phone calls with raised heart beat... Tough times. However, it had got easier. Six months later he had thrown her knickers out. He'd worn them out.
And now...she was back.
Ooooo
Mcpeevie, waited and waited and waited. Nothing. He'd have staked his life, that Paddy Stoddart would have been kicking his door in by now. And here he was, looking at the wall clock and it was after five, and, now, he was hungry. He rang reception and got one of the young health care assistants who worked only on a weekend. He asked the young man to find Sylvia and send her in. He could have sworn he heard the lad tell someone that Mcpervert wanted his cock sucked by his slut, but couldn't be sure. Anyway...the boy was right. He needed to unload into the cunt then get to the hotel and get some dinner. Pronto. A knock at the door and in she walked. "I was just off....I'm finished!"
"Don't worry....I'll not be long. Just bend over the desk and raise ya uniform. I'll dae the rest"
"Oh...ok...I suppose. I was meeting my husband, for a late Sunday dinner"
"So....?... You still will. Doesn't stop ya eating, having cum running down ya leg. Bung some loo paper in ya blart. That'll stop it running doon ya leg." He bellowed, dropping his Hawaiian shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. " now!"
Sylvia looked at Mcpeevies thick cock rising by the second as she looked at it. All thought of meeting her husband disappearing. Her hands had lowered to her sides inadvertently and she felt the material rising up her thighs and her feet were taking the few short steps to the edge of Mcpeevies desk. She watched as his hand gripped the thick hard flesh and stroked it...teasing her...knowing she was addicted to it.
"Take it aff...maybe I'll mark ya for that poor shmuck of a hubby...poor bloke, stuck wee a cunt like you....that's it...right off....." Mcpeevie gloated as he watched her strip naked yet again for his cock....He watched her eyes, locked on his hard cock, standing erect, but being pushed forward by his big belly. She turned and assumed 'the' position, raising one leg so as to give him better access.
"Come on lover...I'm ready" she said in a sultry voice, looking over her shoulder, enticing him into action.
."oh I'm coming pet...dinna worry aboot that.... Just enjoying the view. Ya do know ya probably gonna be in that position again tomorrow.....Paddy might want to sample ya fuck hole as......compensation...haha".
"He's to small....after you, I won't feel him. I'll burst out laughing...like last time".
"He's a powerful man...I wouldn't. He could really hurt you"
"Oh I'm off tomorrow...I forgot"
"He might call ya in"
"Never mind about him...for fuck sake, I'm gagging...fuck me please!" She whimpered, excitement visibly running down her legs.
"Aye ya right" and took three steps, lifted his belly onto her lower back and rammed his truncheon hard and fast, deep into her depths. Sylvia groaned in pain as much as it gave her pleasure, but nevertheless egged him on faster and faster, never complaining as the huge man physically abused her body, reigning slaps to her backside and thighs, twisting and pulling her engorged, ring decorated nipples. She cried through pain then orgasm, and in the end couldn't differentiate how she felt, save the fact that she wished it would never stop. He continuously, verbally called her every abusive name he could think of, and she lapped it up. He told her he was going to take her back to his hotel and her husband could go fuck himself.....through her mental state at that time, she would have agreed to fuck a trotting donkey. When he felt the familiar tightening, he spun her round, and forced her on to her knees and ferociously tugged his slimy, ugly, angry looking fuck tool....until he forced her head even lower and shot seven huge ropes of cum, all over her forehead, but mainly into her hair. He wanted her sitting down with hubby, looking as dishevelled as could possibly be achieved. That look he was confident he had achieved. He wiped his cock on her face and stuffed it in her mouth...."clean me up ya dirty little Geordie cunt....!" She obeyed to the letter, enjoying every moment. And, after a minute or two felt it rising again.
"I could cancel dinner...." She said, looking straight into his eyes, the thought of more of this magnificent cock, ploughing her, clouded all sensible judgement.
"Aye.....do it. I'll get room service....I fancy being in ya other slut hole....ring him....ah wanna here how a lying cheating slut cunt like you, operates, n while ya speaking I'm gonna eat ya pussy....get ya phone and then get on the desk wee ya legs open."
Five minutes later, senior staff nurse Sylvia, was lying wide legged and whimpering like a contented cat as she attempted to cancel her dinner engagement, drooling because of the long probing tongue that was so deep in her pussy, she thought she'd die. She held the phone to her face with one hand, and pulled the face of her tormentor with the other. In the end, she gave up on the phone call, and used both hands to pull the tongue deeper and roughly into her, as possible.
"Right....changed me mind....phone him and tell him you'll meet him. At my hotel! Tell him you've both been invited, by me for dinner....this could be fun..eh Sylvia? You with spunk in ya hair and ya pussy gushing. Haha. I might have to tell the poor bloke what a cunt you are. Think, eh ?"
"No no.....I couldn't do that...please....I'll come back and fuck you all night....just don't involve my husband...please"
Her pleading and protestations fell on deaf ears...."Just fucking do it!"
Crying quietly she picked up her phone and rang her husband back, apologising for the last call, saying she was in a room with a bad signal. She passed on the invitation, and her demeanour spoke volumes as he obviously agreed to the arrangement. "Can I go for a shower...please?"
Bad as he was, he reneged on his earlier plan and said...."oh fuck, I suppose so. When ya get dressed ya wear no knickers. What have ya to change into?"
"Blouse and skirt"
"Good...right, hurry up...I'm starving. I'll phone and book a table...hurry the fuck up. Oh...and get ya thinking cap on....coz one way or another I'm doing ya arse hole tonight...ok!"
"Yes...sir." And away she went, Mcpeevie picking up his phone, watching her naked frame, head towards his private shower.
Ooooo
Just about the same time, a few miles away, Paddy Stoddart was picking up the phone in his penthouse suite. He also was booking a table. Unbeknown to all parties concerned, the booking clerk thought she was doing them all a favour. She had just put a group of people all on the same dining room table....a group, that had more ghosts and secrets than a wild Halloween night could ever imagine...
Oooh
And at home...poor Lesley, had no idea what was happening. But her next day at work would have her wishing she was back, being a sexstarved middle aged mother.
She switched on her old television and settled down to watch 'a place in the sun'. All she could do was dream.
His intention had been to drive straight to the nursing home and confront Mcpeevie immediately about the sex pictures the fat Scotsman had sent to his company phone. On deliberation, while driving, he had changed his mind. Going in, all guns blazing, would be just what Mcpeevie would be expecting. A different tactic was required. If it was a mistake, the fact he had been sent the sex file had been sent to him was of no consequence. It was against company policy to fraternise with the staff. End of! Not always adhered too....he admitted. But.....couldn't fragrantly be laughed at as Alan Mcpeevie appeared to be doing.
The Holiday Inn executive suite, he had booked, was only available because it was the weekend, and he had booked it for three nights maximum. He had decided to do some flash inspections of the five premises the company owned in the north east, and get his ghosts of this area extinguished. Most of the homes he had never been too....all because of that bitch Sylvia she had humiliated him, and he'd let it fester for two long. He undid his silk tie, hung it up then unbuttoned his shirt and folded it neatly into a plastic bag labelled for in-house laundry. Standing in his socks and thong, he slipped on a courtesy dressing gown and waited for his tea and snack too arrive.....his mind drifting back to the fateful day when an interview had gone so terribly wrong. For months after, he'd waited for the dreaded knock on the door....the accusation of sexual harassment. It never came. Now, three years later....because, of probably, a mistake!....it was back.
His tea arrived, and the young lady, dressed in hotel uniform, set it down and poured him a cup. He slipped her a tip and she left. He didn't even notice her, he was so far away, mentally.
He sipped the herbal concoction, and let his memory reveal all the unfortunate details of that fateful day....which, had been three years ago...but still, seemed like yesterday.
Stoddart was, at the time, a general manager. He was responsible for home management, and was his duty, at his level, to vet and employ suitable candidates for positions of senior management. Not a task he enjoyed, purely because of the system adopted by the Canadian owners. What was wrong with the old fashioned way of just interviewing candidates....he did not know. The company structure, at this level, demanded a different approach. Much to his annoyance. The plan, was that they grouped all the candidates into teams of three, with one senior member of the company, watching. The three teams were set different tasks, and the 'watcher' took notes. After a process of elimination depending on team input, one of the team was deselected, and then the next step took place....blah blah blah. The end result was three candidates being set individual tasks, including financial spread sheet management, multitask operation, staffing control, and finally, at the end.....a one to one interview....with him. Paddy Stoddart.
He hadn't been involved with Sylvia, in her first group of tasks....but he had noticed her. Tall, very attractive, nice tits, big...firm looking. And...falling out of a stretchy tight top. Hard not to notice, he recalled. He also remembered the way she laughed....how, her laugh was the most sexual laugh he'd ever heard. She oozed sex. His cock had hardened in his wife's panties, watching her as she stood at a flip chart going through her presentation. She was very confident. He didn't know her age even though he had all candidates details in front of him. He liked to form his own picture of the performing monkey, then check to see how accurate he was. Just his own game, but it alleviated some of his boredom. He guessed she was early 30's, 130 lbs, 5'8", C cup tits, natural brown hair, even though it was dyed black...shaved pussy, and had at least two tattoos. He guessed, she was a very good nurse, married, had one c***d, maybe two...holidayed abroad regularly, and loved sex..
When the process was down to only two, it was easier. An HR executive, and himself, interviewed the remaining two prospective site managers. His mind had already been made up. Eye contact, and a private chat had seen too that.
He recalled her words as they had resumed a two hour section on interpersonal skills, before the HR representative returned. "Mr Stoddart, if you were to give me your room number.....maybe, we could.....have a private....chat! I could mayhem show you some....ahem...proper....skills!" What he recalled, not withstanding anything else...was...the way, she used her eyes to back her statement up with a confidence he'd never witnessed before.
And so, a short while later they were in the hotel lift and the brazen cunt had been rubbing his crotch and stretching up, kissing him passionately, letting him fondle her firm tits, crowned with bullet hard nipples. He was smitten. The job was hers...and he was going to fuck her! End of!
It's funny how things don't work out so good.
Once in his room it was for ten minutes or so, a blur of flesh and excitement. The bitch peeled her figure hugging top off her body then dropped her dress trousers too the floor, stepping out of them, revealing her black, silk, matching underwear. His cock had never been so hard. He was sexually intoxicated. When she turned her back to him, offering him her bra strap to undo...he became all fingers and thumbs. She had helped him, by reaching behind and unclasping the tormenting material. His hands had slid under the loosened bra material and gripped the firmest breasts he'd had the fortune to hold. Her nipples were like bolts, poking into the palms of his hands. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven....three minutes later he wished he had. She pulled his hands off her breasts, turned, smiled, and hooked her fingers into her thong and slid them down her legs, her eyes never leaving his. He recalled, that until then not a word had been spoken. With panties in hand she handed them to him and dropped to her knees tugging at his belt buckle. Stoddart was so into the moment, his under attire had completely slipped his mind. His fetish was female silk panties...thongs, of recent years....and as her hands worked on getting his trousers off, his mind was only focused on that mouth clamping onto his rock hard penis. He knew he wasn't well endowed...far from it. Slightly below average he had guessed. When his trousers hit the floor, she smiled at the tight material encasing his hardening cock. "Kinky". Was her only comment. She had licked along the length of the still hidden man meat, and said...."fuck....it's hard!"
Paddy Stoddart had, as everybody in life had, been insulted at some time. This time it cut him to his very sole. Those three words spoken would haunt him for the rest of his life. 'Fuck it's hard". That's all she said.....'fuck it's hard'. It played over and over in his mind. Just a little different tone of voice and it wouldn't have mattered. Unfortunately for both of them it was a statement that said....'what a little cock this is!!
He had lost control and ordered her out of his room, telling her her job prospects were minimal and to leave the premises immediately. She had pulled her top over her braless tits and quickly pulled her trousers on, scrambling to escape as fast as she could. Her appologies floated in her wake, as she fled the scene of her now non existing job prospects. The door closed and Paddy Stoddart was, still standing in the same position, he had been in....still standing with Sylvia.....the cunt....with her wet panties still in his hand. he looked at the crotch of the material and raised them to his face, as, he had many times with other pairs of wet panties. However, this time they weren't being honoured with his inhalations. No...they were being used to wipe away tears.....tears of humiliation...tears of realisation...realisation of the consequences that his decision to fuck a prospective job candidate....well! It was hopeless. He had spent many months waiting on the axe to fall. Waiting and waiting. Checking mail, with trepidation. Answering phone calls with raised heart beat... Tough times. However, it had got easier. Six months later he had thrown her knickers out. He'd worn them out.
And now...she was back.
Ooooo
Mcpeevie, waited and waited and waited. Nothing. He'd have staked his life, that Paddy Stoddart would have been kicking his door in by now. And here he was, looking at the wall clock and it was after five, and, now, he was hungry. He rang reception and got one of the young health care assistants who worked only on a weekend. He asked the young man to find Sylvia and send her in. He could have sworn he heard the lad tell someone that Mcpervert wanted his cock sucked by his slut, but couldn't be sure. Anyway...the boy was right. He needed to unload into the cunt then get to the hotel and get some dinner. Pronto. A knock at the door and in she walked. "I was just off....I'm finished!"
"Don't worry....I'll not be long. Just bend over the desk and raise ya uniform. I'll dae the rest"
"Oh...ok...I suppose. I was meeting my husband, for a late Sunday dinner"
"So....?... You still will. Doesn't stop ya eating, having cum running down ya leg. Bung some loo paper in ya blart. That'll stop it running doon ya leg." He bellowed, dropping his Hawaiian shorts to the floor, stepping out of them. " now!"
Sylvia looked at Mcpeevies thick cock rising by the second as she looked at it. All thought of meeting her husband disappearing. Her hands had lowered to her sides inadvertently and she felt the material rising up her thighs and her feet were taking the few short steps to the edge of Mcpeevies desk. She watched as his hand gripped the thick hard flesh and stroked it...teasing her...knowing she was addicted to it.
"Take it aff...maybe I'll mark ya for that poor shmuck of a hubby...poor bloke, stuck wee a cunt like you....that's it...right off....." Mcpeevie gloated as he watched her strip naked yet again for his cock....He watched her eyes, locked on his hard cock, standing erect, but being pushed forward by his big belly. She turned and assumed 'the' position, raising one leg so as to give him better access.
"Come on lover...I'm ready" she said in a sultry voice, looking over her shoulder, enticing him into action.
."oh I'm coming pet...dinna worry aboot that.... Just enjoying the view. Ya do know ya probably gonna be in that position again tomorrow.....Paddy might want to sample ya fuck hole as......compensation...haha".
"He's to small....after you, I won't feel him. I'll burst out laughing...like last time".
"He's a powerful man...I wouldn't. He could really hurt you"
"Oh I'm off tomorrow...I forgot"
"He might call ya in"
"Never mind about him...for fuck sake, I'm gagging...fuck me please!" She whimpered, excitement visibly running down her legs.
"Aye ya right" and took three steps, lifted his belly onto her lower back and rammed his truncheon hard and fast, deep into her depths. Sylvia groaned in pain as much as it gave her pleasure, but nevertheless egged him on faster and faster, never complaining as the huge man physically abused her body, reigning slaps to her backside and thighs, twisting and pulling her engorged, ring decorated nipples. She cried through pain then orgasm, and in the end couldn't differentiate how she felt, save the fact that she wished it would never stop. He continuously, verbally called her every abusive name he could think of, and she lapped it up. He told her he was going to take her back to his hotel and her husband could go fuck himself.....through her mental state at that time, she would have agreed to fuck a trotting donkey. When he felt the familiar tightening, he spun her round, and forced her on to her knees and ferociously tugged his slimy, ugly, angry looking fuck tool....until he forced her head even lower and shot seven huge ropes of cum, all over her forehead, but mainly into her hair. He wanted her sitting down with hubby, looking as dishevelled as could possibly be achieved. That look he was confident he had achieved. He wiped his cock on her face and stuffed it in her mouth...."clean me up ya dirty little Geordie cunt....!" She obeyed to the letter, enjoying every moment. And, after a minute or two felt it rising again.
"I could cancel dinner...." She said, looking straight into his eyes, the thought of more of this magnificent cock, ploughing her, clouded all sensible judgement.
"Aye.....do it. I'll get room service....I fancy being in ya other slut hole....ring him....ah wanna here how a lying cheating slut cunt like you, operates, n while ya speaking I'm gonna eat ya pussy....get ya phone and then get on the desk wee ya legs open."
Five minutes later, senior staff nurse Sylvia, was lying wide legged and whimpering like a contented cat as she attempted to cancel her dinner engagement, drooling because of the long probing tongue that was so deep in her pussy, she thought she'd die. She held the phone to her face with one hand, and pulled the face of her tormentor with the other. In the end, she gave up on the phone call, and used both hands to pull the tongue deeper and roughly into her, as possible.
"Right....changed me mind....phone him and tell him you'll meet him. At my hotel! Tell him you've both been invited, by me for dinner....this could be fun..eh Sylvia? You with spunk in ya hair and ya pussy gushing. Haha. I might have to tell the poor bloke what a cunt you are. Think, eh ?"
"No no.....I couldn't do that...please....I'll come back and fuck you all night....just don't involve my husband...please"
Her pleading and protestations fell on deaf ears...."Just fucking do it!"
Crying quietly she picked up her phone and rang her husband back, apologising for the last call, saying she was in a room with a bad signal. She passed on the invitation, and her demeanour spoke volumes as he obviously agreed to the arrangement. "Can I go for a shower...please?"
Bad as he was, he reneged on his earlier plan and said...."oh fuck, I suppose so. When ya get dressed ya wear no knickers. What have ya to change into?"
"Blouse and skirt"
"Good...right, hurry up...I'm starving. I'll phone and book a table...hurry the fuck up. Oh...and get ya thinking cap on....coz one way or another I'm doing ya arse hole tonight...ok!"
"Yes...sir." And away she went, Mcpeevie picking up his phone, watching her naked frame, head towards his private shower.
Ooooo
Just about the same time, a few miles away, Paddy Stoddart was picking up the phone in his penthouse suite. He also was booking a table. Unbeknown to all parties concerned, the booking clerk thought she was doing them all a favour. She had just put a group of people all on the same dining room table....a group, that had more ghosts and secrets than a wild Halloween night could ever imagine...
Oooh
And at home...poor Lesley, had no idea what was happening. But her next day at work would have her wishing she was back, being a sexstarved middle aged mother.
She switched on her old television and settled down to watch 'a place in the sun'. All she could do was dream.
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