Guest User
October 13, 2024
It has long been my heartfelt desire to see and hear my dear lady wife on the pot. Lying on my bed, propped up on my tattered pillow cases, barely covering the curiously brown material beneath, I was delighted that the hotel, catering for the perfectly normal needs of me and people like me, had provided the bathroom area with an ill-fitting glass door. However, imagine my horror to discover the current Mrs Robinson was also able to observe me at toilet. I thrashed her to within an inch of her life, the filthy minded baggage. Breakfast was not included, and the free shoe polish left my face disappointingly undarkened. three stars.