Oh yes, I know John and Emma.
I'm alone at the hotel, after a weary day at the design fair. It's busy in the lounge area and two strangers, Emma and John (a mature couple), squeeze in at my table. Before long, she's rubbing me up under the table - clearly gagging for it a bit of rough. Next day, they disappear off on their routine amble, but she suddenly fakes a head-ache, returns and knocks at my door for an aspirin. "John won't be back for several hours" said Emma "could you massage my shoulders...
Get your own hotel fantasy.
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