"Mr. Kennard, your flight is at ten in the morning, here is your ticket." Assistant Ruth gently slid the pre-booked ticket across the front of the desk.
"Thank you," William Kennard donned his suit jacket and adjusted his cuffs again, "Is the car all arranged?"
"Yes, George is waiting downstairs," Ruth came over and tied his tie for him.
"Good~," William Kennard unobtrusively patted Ruth's buttocks, "When I get back from St. Louis, I will make sure you're well fed."
Ruth suggestively pulled the tie in her hand, and the two immediately came into intimate contact, "Maybe we have time before you leave?"
William Kennard looked at his wristwatch, "Oh~ If we include the time for a shower, it might be a bit tight."
"Leave it to me, at least I can make you comfortable for a while first." Saying this, Ruth released the tie and slowly squatted down.
"Wow~" Fifty-something William Kennard soon couldn't control his expression, "Ruth~ don't leave any marks~!"
