Do you think you could arrange that?”“Um... sure, I guess so,” Kelly answered somewhat hesitantly, her mind racing to try and calculate the comp...exities of this situation. Was there a risk of Ms. London finding out about the cheerleaders’ sexual escapades? What would happen if she did?“Good, good,” said Ms. London. “Let me know. Good night, Kelly.”“Good night.”* * *Kelly Ann had just left Ms. London’s office when her cell phone rang — it was Katrina.“Hey,” said Kelly.“Hi. You want to come. She could easily have been mistaken for an angel, with her snow white skin, glossy blonde hair and full lips. Her body type seemed almost unreal with her slim waist but large chest, ass and long thick legs. Like the security system said, she was asleep, probably immobilized by a sleep dart that had been fired at her. As she breathed through her parted lips her chest moved up and down gently.Samuel was still standing like a frozen statue when she started to wake up, and he snapped back to. âIâm trying for at least nine.âStill she continued to work nightly. It had become very difficult for her to walk the streets, and she was instantly recognizable to any cops that might drive by, so she had contracted with a downtown âservices houseâ to rent the largest of the âserviceâ rooms they had, big enough for a dozen men to join her at any one time.This went perfectly for several more months, but her knees were the first thing to suffer. Getting out of bed in the morning was becoming a. Jason then out of the blue apologized about an incident he had with my wife several years earlier. Jason had always had a crush on my wife, but never anything like this had happened before.Jason was in high school when my wife and I had visited them last. My wife and I had stayed with our friends the last time we had visited. I had went to breakfast with both of our friends while my wife stayed behind to do her morning exercises. Even on vacation she still had to do her workouts. My wife who.