”“What’s your ... uhm. You won’t answer that ... How can we do this, Chris? It’s really important.”She eyed the text book sitting on the d...sk with a sigh. Her gaze slid over to the screen-capture of the photo of her team mate, Roscoe. He was a good looking bastard: late 20s, light hair, cocky grin.“You say you’re calling from SR Seven One Two Zero, right? Suppose you ask me the ID question on the credit card page of Drone Solder. If you get the right question, I’ll give you the right. A week went by with nothing from Carl, then early Sunday morning someone knocked on her door. Heather opened her door and found a short wide-shouldered man smiling at her. "Can I help you?" She asked. “I believe I'll direct the video you make for me,” Carl said with a smile holding out a flash drive to Heather."Carl," Heather squealed, throwing her arms around him as she dragged him in for a big hug. Behind her, Chiron cocked his head to one side, sniffed the air, then huffed and went back to. True to Jane's character, she laid her hand on his, his arm, and his knee while talking. He chose to just listen to what she was saying.Two drinks made Jane tipsy. By the time they landed, she was feeling no pain. She found everything he said to be funny. He wondered if he told her his parents were dead, which they were not, if she would laugh at that. The cab ride to the downtown Sheraton was an adventure. She told him how horrible the city was and that she grew up in a suburb called Plum. "I'm cumming...cumming on your cock already." Her body shook and trembled as a gush of hot fluids coated her sons' belly, her pussy. Even as she felt the waves roll through her, Darrin reach down and gripped her waist.Feeling herself rise up and then drop again onto his cock, Nora felt a second wave pulse through her. One wave was coming quickly on the heels of the first orgasm."Can't stop" she gasped. "Oh God...cumming again..." Her body shaking as drops of sweat dripped down onto her.