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My day rolls in slowly, and I get to work, supervising and managing all there is to do in a hotel. Time flies before I even realize the time it is. I barely eat lunch between duties.

Eventually, I wind up at the pool, with a moment to myself. That's when I spot Ghada Hassan, one of our VIPs, resting by the pool in tight form fitting swimsuit. Tanned skin, beautiful curves, gorgeous black hair, she is the definition of a real woman. A mother too.

My mind drifts to three days ago. She was in the massage rooms, being tended to by one of our very own massage specialists. We have two. Ming Xi (Japanese) and Elima (local). The former works almost exclusively with women, while the second one prefers to massage men. It works out great. Ming Xi had offered, as is expected, a happy ending to Ghada. She had accepted. I walked in - discreetly - even Ming Xi's fingers were gently caressing the tip of Ghada's clitoris. Of course, Ming Xi gets naked to do most of her work on her clients.

Walking in on them of course made me hard. I dropped my dress and pulled down my underwear, and went to stand behind Ming Xi even as her fingers explored Ghada's threshold, teasing my cock in-between my employee's butt cheeks. Of course, our guest realized I was in the room and she was quite normally surprised, but then I pulled away, and Ghada saw my endowment. Like practically everyone else, she was curious, so I explained myself to her, and I apologized for intruding on her private time.

The next was elementary. She wanted to see it in action, to find out if it was as real as it looked. I moved closer to her face. First, she touched it with her fingers, then her lips. That was when I encouraged Ming Xi to further the stimulation. My Japanese massage specialist buried her mouth on Ghada's love nest and had her reeling with delight even as I helped Ghada wrap her lips around my shaft. After two earth-shaking orgasms at the hands of my specialist, Ghada wanted more. I delivered. I climbed on top of the massage table, parted her legs and pushed my hardness into her flower. She begged me to continue. She begged me to fill her up.

After the fact, I regretted not using any protection, but I learned that she wasn't sick in any way, and she couldn't get pregnant either. We ended up kissing for another ten minutes afterward, with me partly inside her. She said she loved the sensation of my breasts on her chest. I asked if she wanted this to be a one-time thing, or if she had desires for another encounter. She said that she needed to consider it, that she had thoroughly enjoyed the surprise, but that she needed to make sure her husband and daughter never realized it.

I still remember the roundness of her whole body under my weight. Watching her sunbathe in her gorgeous swimsuit (even if it's not that revealing) is bringing back fond memories and new desires. But not today.

Today, I have another agenda.

I take the elevator to the right floor, walk to the luxury apartment door and let myself in. It's expected for staff to do it. That being said, I'm discreet about it. The doors don't even ring when I use my own keycard.

I'm inside the apartment and I head towards the room that's of interest to me. I stop by the entrance, discreetly stare in. She's there. Ghada's daughter. Hala. Fresh and new. She's lying on her very own king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a very short red shorts and a yellow tank top with spaghetti strings (I can see she doesn't wear a bra, not that she would need one). They both contrast on her tanned skin and long, flowing dark hair. In her country, she'd never be allowed to wear this. In my home, she might as well be wearing nothing.

Three days in. This is the day where I finally get her.