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He ass doesn’t have an answer. I point to the operating hour sign telling us that they should indeed be open. He pulls out a note pad and begins scribbling down things. I point out that they shouldn’t be holding any room ‘just in case’. It’s a first come, first serve basis and that only a reservation would supersede a walk-in. I suggest to him that no one should ever judge anyone’s appearance because the richest people we know wear some of the crappiest clothes. Just because they have money doesn’t mean that they will always wear designer fashions. In addition, I ask why are there no luggage carts nor any bellmen nor a concierge. Where did they all go? I flipped the certification for a wall mounted fire extinguisher over to show it was 2 years out of date. Mr. Miller never said a word, he just kept scribbling pussy into his notepad. I suggested to him teen that he and his senior managers need to spend more time arriving at various Pinetree locations and less time tits in the boardroom. I told him that if he was to make a reservation, everything would be perfect. However, if he just starts showing up unannounced, he would get what our customers would be seeing. Mr. Miller promised to start following much closer and will instruct his senior managers to do the same. I asked him if he preferred staying in Houston or moving to New Orleans. He looked puzzled and asked why. I let him know that we are beginning to consolidate all our district offices to multiple single locations with all of our brands under one single roof. I let him know that we are looking at a building in New Orleans, one in Waco, and one in Houston, but we haven’t made any decisions. He replied that he will go wherever I direct. I assured him that I really would like some feedback. He said that if I were to go down to Houston, he would be happy to show me around and why it would be a great choice. I told him we’ll take him up on the offer another girls time. Offering him a piece of advice from my own restaurant days, I suggested that he develop a checklist for his managers to look for when they go to a Pinetree location. I also asked that I get copied their evaluations for the next 6 months. He agreed. I shook his hand and we left him. Now it was time to head to the district office for the Dallas group of the restaurant group. We decided to leave our stuff in the room and just take a taxi to the district office of the restaurant group. CHAPTER 4 Since we didn’t want to call Big Star Cars again, we took a taxi. The ride cost us about $75, I gave him $100 and told him to keep it. We walked into the district office of our restaurant group. The place was buzzing, yet no one greeted us. We could have easily just walked through the office gaining access to proprietary information and yet no one seemed to know, or care. Finally, a young lady approached us asking if we were the new interns. Tina and Jill laughed out loud. The young lady seemed unsure what was funny. Dakota reached into her assistant's book and handed the young lady my business card. That sneaky bitch, ass I thought that she was supposed to be my best friend. I help... lubricate things between them.” I arched an eyebrow. With the fire going I had to wait until there was a good bed of coals. _______________________________________________________ You're gettin' what pussy you deserve!" “So?” There tongues danced with each other, as their hands started caressing one another. And the other three participants in this bizarre "game" quickly lifted their own champagne glasses up high, chanting in unison, "Here, here!" About the time Madison turned teen entered puberty she started to protest loudly and often to our parents about tits the sleeping with me while we traveled. She’s a part of Mistress now. This time Hephaestus hit far harder and faster than girls he had the previous times. “That’s great, Jenn. I felt her frustration as she slithered down the street.