The economy is getting worse and worse, and my boss is getting stingier and stingier. He sent us, my work colleague and me, on a business trip, but he only reserved a hotel room with two separate beds. I don't really know what the insolvent old man was thinking, but if I had at least suspected it, I wouldn't have brought my dick-killing pajamas with me, but rather something hotter. If I were a man, I wouldn't even have let him jerk me off in that outfit, but my colleague was already so horny that he didn't care what I was wearing, his cock was about to explode!