Turning back to Sam Drivas nodded, “Will that do Samuel?” She asked.Sam was deep in thought for a few moments. “For now Drivas for now. I’ll r...move all the rest of the I.P. monitors as soon as they are gone. So are you following me?” Sam asked.“No, we were on special assignment when we heard that you were here. I was told that if I could be of aid to you I was to do so.” Drivas said.Sam was nodding though he was also having a hard time buying anything this female said. Then he felt it, snapping. Her body rocked and convulsed as her juices gushed from the deep recesses of her body. Amit relentlessly pounded her with increasing speed and force, determined to draw every drop from her. “Don’t stop, don’t stop” she begged. She raised her head again to passionately kiss Maya, almost as a subconscious response of gratitude. For more than two minutes, Amit drilled her. Sonya convulsed with wave after wave of orgasmic relief, until she collapsed beneath him. Her body shook, hypersensitive to. However the hand continued to explore. It came to such a stage that I could not hold myself any longer and caressing the hand I slowly put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards me. She came willingly and I slowly without making much noise, kissed her on the lips. Suddenly I had a small doubt. In order to clear it, I slowly moved my hand onto her breast. I found that she was wearing a blouse and sari. I distinctly remembered that my wife was wearing her nightie that night, since I was. "Jesse, my name's Alan Russo. I'm one of the assistants here," said the coach, holding out his hand."Jesse Wilhoit," replied Jesse, shaking the proffered hand."I know," said Alan with a smile. He glanced over at Eric and me. "And you're the infamous Sean Porter." He stepped over and shook my hand. "Eric keeps on trying to institute what he has been dubbing the Porter System." Believe it or not, sometimes Eric talks too much," I said.Alan laughed. "Now there's a statement I never thought I would.