A couple of days ago, I checked into my favorite hotel in Orange Beach, the Palazzo del Mar. The Palazzos, the top of a hill overlooking the beach, are one of the largest hotels in the Orange County area, with over 1,000 rooms.
I walked up to the door, and the attendant greeted me with a smile and a nod.
He asked if I was interested in staying there.
I said yes, he said, and he led me inside.
The room is comfortable, with a full-service kitchen and dining room.
I was given a room key that would allow me to enter the room through the kitchen, and then the attendant led me upstairs.
The walls were covered in white linoleum, with the same kind of white decor found in most hotels.
Inside the room, the attendant had set up the bar, with an assortment of wine glasses, and a white-and-blue striped tablecloth, which was folded neatly into a basket.
I asked the attendant if I could take my clothes off, and she replied that I could.
The attendant took my clothes and then removed his own clothes.
He then showed me to a bathroom, which I was instructed to undress before he took off his clothes.
The bathroom was very small, about the size of a bathroom cubicle.
There was a shower that was covered in toilet paper, but the attendant didn’t bother with any soap.
After removing my clothing, he washed my face with soap and water, then led me to the bedroom, which had a shower and a sink.
I felt like a naughty boy.
I had been warned by the attendant that the room was very dirty, so I went straight to bed.
I woke up in the morning, but I didn’t realize that I had fallen asleep.
I heard the bathroom door open and close frequently.
I knew that I was about to be awoken, so the attendant made me feel welcome by asking me to go to the bathroom and undress.
I put my clothes back on and went back to sleep.
The next day, the same attendant woke me and asked me to undock my jeans.
I opened the door and he put my pants on, saying that I needed to undo the belt around my waist.
I went to undrop and undressed, but then the next morning, when I was undressed again, the attendants assistant told me to undo my pants.
I then undressed and put on my underwear.
The same attendant went back upstairs and undipped my pants, telling me that I would be undressing for him, too.
After undressing and undressing, the assistant put his hands on my thighs and pulled my panties down to my ankles.
When I protested, the next day the attendant said that I didn, too, and told me that he would take off my panties.
I told him that I wanted to get out of bed and undrop, but that he was right and that he could undrop me.
The assistant told him to stop, but he continued to undrap me. I didn