None of them mentioned what they’d seen from Alison but we were all thinking the same thing. That couples staying here would have the time of their lives. They left after shaking hands with Alison and we agreed to meet at the Italian restaurant near the lobby, where they’d get first rate treatment from the staff. My assistant wrapped a towel around Alison’s body. Her legs were wobbly and her erect n*****s poked through her small wet top. It was like her body didn’t know how to process an orgasm like that yet, though I wondered if she was faking or not. “Thank you,” I said. “You were amazing.” “I’ve never felt so… nevermind…” We walked inside and Alison went barefoot with her hands clasping at the towel around her body. My assistant carried the rest of the stuff. I remember keeping an eye o
