Indeed, during my first night here, I fucked Blossom into the bed as hard as if the world was about to end, and in the process soaked the sheets quite magnificently. According to the wife it was the husband who was desperately trying to clean it out back then.
"You fucking-"
Before he can finish his sentence I approach his desk and tower over his average at best height. "You were saying? I was too far and didn't hear you well enough." I ask with an 'encouraging' smile.
He gulps nervously and begins visibly sweating, while failing to maintain eye contact with me. "... No-nothing. I was asking if there's something I can help you with."
"Good. You shouldn't bark at the wrong tree, good man. I want room service with the most luxurious meals you can prepare, and make it enough for twenty servings. Make sure there's a great variety between the meals. Soups, meats, fishes, salads, deserts, everything. Can you do that?"
