. er . . uh . . . YOU play," said Sam.Tina yelled back to the game,"Count me in guys." Thenspeaking to Sam, "don't wander too far and remember whose b...dythat is mister. I work hard to keep me looking like that. Samwalked his way over to the shack while Tina went to one ofthe volleyball courts. Sam walked up the steps to the shack andwent inside. There were a few guys already at a table there andeven though Sam felt like one of guys, he definitely wasn't. Heabsent-mindedly forgot how guys would. We reckoned that seven o'clock on a Saturday morning was just about an acceptable time to phone Jen, so I found the scrap of paper with her number and dialled it. The Hall porter who picked up the phone in Reading certainly didn't complain about the hour, but presumably as he was awake anyway, he didn't mind other people being woken from their lie-in."Could I speak to Jen Baker, room 324 please? It's her brother calling."There was a pause, followed by several clicks, and then Jen's voice,. Sylvias’ tits were bouncing back and forth as he began to pound her hot wet pussy, giving her every bit of his thick, hard cock.“Ohhhhhhhhh my goddddddddd, ohhhhhhh my godddddddd, fuck meee babyyyyyyy, sooooooo goooooood,. ohhhhh my goddddd, oh my god!!!”“Ohhhhh, uhhhhh, ooooohhhhh, ooooohhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, she cried out in rhythm with each thrust of his cock.“Ohhhhhh that’s soooooo gooood baby, fuck me, fuck me, ohhhhhhh yeahhhh, yeahhhhhhh!!!!” she screamed in passion.“Ohhhhhhh. “What did girl do when she worked for T&A that could have gotten her in trouble?”“You mean T&R? Well nothing. That’s why she’s still working for Palladium Entertainment. If she’d done something very wrong, she would have been fired. Otherwise, she probably wouldn’t have even mentioned it. I can imagine her missing a deadline every now and again, but nothing major. Why? Did you hear something?”“You could say that, yes. And you’re sure she didn’t talk to you about doing something naughty or maybe.