We made up for it on our three days off, starting early and fucking and sucking often. We had Alese over after dinner at her restaurant again.Being fu...ked senseless and fucking someone senseless was addicting. So fucking addicting. This was our life for the next couple of months.Everything was going great. My dick was happy, Vic’s pussy was happy. Work was great. It didn’t seem like it could get any better, but it could. And it did.It was a Friday. The first full day of three days off. We had a. " Something has to be wrong," Kirstie Taylor's voice was filled with frustration. Holland was in one of his moods and most of them had been up for close to thirty hours with only a short nap here and there."So what is it?" Bok Phan asked from the back of the room. It didn't matter what the other woman's reply was; the look in his eyes was the result of too little sleep and too much work. He was itching for a fight. There had been a couple of shouting matches earlier in the night and tempers. ”“How do you know that?”“The Fusion Foundation booked three Alaskan Cruise ships to come here.”“The Fusion Foundation?” the manager asked surprised to learn that they were already active.“Yes. That should calm things down.”“It should. What about the room charges?”Betsy said, “Don’t worry about them. Get everyone back in their rooms. Tell them that their rooms are comped. Let them know that maid service will be limited to washing sheets. Guests will be responsible for cleaning their own. It took just one trip from North Pole, because of the Inn's courtesy van, but they would have Grif's GMC Jimmy there if they needed it. There it would stay, being more suitable to the winter roads than the van that the inn used.(Day 9, evening at the Chena River Inn, northeast of Fairbanks)Grif and Tara sat in their room at the Inn, surfing the aerotraderonline.com site, while Tracy and Sheila hashed out the nickels and dimes of the Chena River Inn sale. A small tap came on the door, and Tara.