"Damn!" she croaked.The window was jammed shut but not nailed. By rattling the wooden frame Helen was able to raise it a little. Looking down she esti...ated it was about a fifteen-foot drop onto the cobbled yard. Not an impossible drop, but risky. The farmyard was flanked by two stone-built buildings and an old wooden barn. From the left-hand building Helen could hear an unfamiliar noise. Muted squeals and deeper grunts."Pigs?" she wondered aloud."Cops?" queried Katrina hopefully. "Where?" She. “It was sweet that Emir’s wife sent him to have sex with you,” Steve commented while he finished his drink. “Tessa must be one hell of a great woman.”Olivia agreed, “Totally! And I thought it was cute that he called it butt-sex.”Mark turned out to be a no-show, so Steve grabbed some dinner for the two of them and brought it back to the hotel. Before she got ready for Wes, she checked her email and saw a message from Mark indicating that he’d been involved in a little fender bender and was fine. It hurt crazily but just as Janet had explained with the pain came swirls of flutters around her vagina. Not the same type of flutters as she got with finger or tongue sex but better. Much better in fact. The spanks stopped as quickly as they had started. Janet lay the brush down and rubbed Samantha’s bottom as she cried with tears running down her face. Janet waited a short while before leaning down and again took Samantha’s nipple between her finger and thumb and squeezing, Janet ordered,. ’ Opening the dossier, she recognized him instantly. After all he had been on television for two years, Some tabloids and legitimate magazines ranked him one of the sexiest men alive at the time. She looked at a recent photo, time had been good to him. Reading the stats, she was surprised at his size, he didn’t look that big on the small screen. Six foot six, between two hundred fifty and two hundred eighty pounds. She held an article on him when he was in the Olympics, the only man to medal in.