Jill just stood from the sofa, stripped her clothes and lay on the rug in front of the fire."Okay lover, eat me!"There was no point in finessing here,...the woman was desperate and I was willing. Needing no other invitation or command, I knelt between her parted knees and dived straight in head first.As soon as my tongue hit her clit, Jill's ass was lifting off the floor and her fingers grasped the back of my head in talon like claws, pulling me into her. Her lips parted, allowing me to tongue. ”“Good to have you with us,” I responded. “Let me know if there is anything I can help you with, getting settled in.”I headed down the row to my own locker. A familiar face greeted me from a locker across from mine and down a couple.“Good to see you, Andy,” Jason Nicholson said, smiling.“Welcome to Rams Park West, Jay,” I replied. I leaned over to shake Jay’s hand. “Did you finally get tired of being Zipper Harris, the perpetual college student?” Jay laughed.The guy sitting at the locker beside. . and had somehow placed his own Janet in this fantastic bordello... forcing her to prostitute herself? But those things had gone out with the dark ages, he thought... God almighty, he didn't know... but he intended to find out... that is if the American Embassy carried any weight at all in France!When Janet had awakened, following the brutal murder of Erabas, Doctor Leduc no longer pretended. He had called for assistance and four powerful Moroccans had come to hold her spread-eagle on bed,. Anyway I'm happy with most of my life. As you'd imagine, I drag home a butt-load of cash. I have a nice home and a beautiful wife who loves me. So what's the problem? Remember my weight in high school? At 35 years old I'm in the prime of my life. I'm still 6'4" but now I tip the scales at close to 400 lbs. I'm a heart attack waiting to happen. It is only a matter of time.My wife Sarah has been putting pressure on me lately to do something about my weight. Mostly I just half heartedly tried.