"How the blazes did he manage that?" Sir Timothy asked Baxter."I don't know sir. I would however hazard a guess that he has links in the Publicity off...ce; they would have a copy of the speech to distribute to the papers. It would be easy as they have to have a printed version." Baxter said gravely.Sir Timothy picked up a phone, "We need to check on the Publicity office, see who had access to the televised speech earlier in the day." He said and listened to the reply he nodded and hung up.. “Yeah, of course,” I replied coolly. “So long as she helps out.” And so Samantha moved in. She had thick, glossy auburn hair and bright green eyes. She was short and petite, very pretty in a quiet kind of way. She was friendly but somewhat awkward toward me. Samantha, I soon learned, was a bit of a nudist. Sometimes she’d wander out of Ryan’s room wearing nothing but one of his shirts. She had nice legs. Other times, she’d be wearing a loose-fitting housecoat. On several occasions the. I was happy I could help her out, there was also part of me that was hoping for more. When I got there she greeted me with a smile and invited me in. She was dressed in a black skirt and a white blouse that seemed a little tight on her. We sat down to dinner and chatted. “Just wanted to say two things to you.” She said. “I wanted to thank you for all the help and also to say,” she paused, looked me in the eye and gave me a wicked smile. “I saw the way you were looking at me each time. She continued to touch him, bringing orgasm after orgasm to his hot snatch. Slowly, deliberately, she pressed her knees between his, causing him to spread wide in a sign of his heat. Trish shifted her attention, leaning over Gary, her boobs dangling and brushing his, while her hips moved forward.Gary whimpered as he stared down the valley of his cleavage. He was so hot, so desperately in need of satisfaction, and he was going to get it - from Trish. The penis dangling from her crotch was.