None of them really turned her on the way Michael had done. He was so demanding, Brandy needing that in a man, yet at the same time it gave her such p...easure to perform whatever he asked of her.The buzzer rang, shattering her nerves as she sat on the couch watching a television show. It was early Friday night, Brandy staying home after a hard week at work. She wasn’t expecting anyway. She walked over to the speaker in the kitchen. “Yes?”“Ring me up.”She recognized the voice, no need for him to. .. let's see, on the first floor. Right?" You've got it." Where did you hear about us?" Triple-A guidebook." Excellent. Just give me a second and you'll be on your way."Jeannie dove back into the computer screen and I couldn't help myself. She was wearing a tight, but not-too-tight gray v-neck t-shirt which clung very nicely to her breasts.She looked up at me and I don't think I was caught. "Give me one second, ok?" Sure. Take your time, I'm in no rush."She smiled, spun around and walked a few. Did you like my CV?” Asked Andy “I did. I liked the photo too. You’re just what we’re looking for.” Danielle paced up and down her office authoritatively and then sat down and crossed her legs. She wasn’t tall but had a figure, which Andy had only dreamed about. She had shoulder length buttercup hair and deep blue eyes. Her breasts were in Andy’s opinion magnificent. She was a D cup at least, he thought. Her legs were shapely, with athletic carves and yet it was her bum, which took his breath. " A thousand percent," Jacob promised.I nodded. "Let's roll."Preston held up a hand. "First, we gotta go to our rooms to change." Change?" I arched an eyebrow.Jacob grinned. "You'll see."You remember what I said about all these hot female Olympians looking at me differently once they noticed the Gold Medal around my neck? Well, pretty much any NON-Olympian hot females looked that same way at any male once they realized he was an Olympian, period, whether he had a medal or not. And since this.