Jen is in really, really, bad shape.”“Let me talk to my dad. Can someone pick me up at the airport later today?”“Yes. It will probably be my l...ttle sister.”“Hang on,” she said.She was back about two minutes later.“How can I let you know about the travel plans?” she asked.“Now I wish I had one of those radio telephones like they have on TV shows or one of those communicators from Star Trek! Call the hotel and leave a message. I’ll check back in two hours.”I gave her the number and my room. She sat back and relaxed for a bit. "Ok, Mike, the exit is coming up in a minute on the right" she warned.She directed me to her house and we pulled in to her driveway. It was a nice two storey brick house with about a half acre of lawn that looked well cared for."Well that was pretty quick, even with the unexpected stop" I said with a grin. "I'm kind of surprised you don't live at home and drive back and forth." Well, for a few reasons actually. One, the traffic is much worse during the week,. I reached up and cupped her breasts and pushed them together. I leaned down and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. I flicked my tongue against it making it harder and making her moan loudly. I took turns sucking and softly biting her nipples. Her back arched more offering them to me. “Oh fuck, Dan,” she moaned. I let her nipple graze across my teeth as it popped from my mouth. I could hear the needy slut in her voice and it made my cock ache to be in her wet dripping cunt. I grabbed her,. .."This is the story of how two slaves came to their present position. How Clegg Enterprises identifies, acquires and prepares its products." It moved into a section on research with Rachel providing the commentary. "We build a complete picture, carefully researching every aspect of their lives." The film moved on to a shaky, grainy, black and white shot of women walking in to a rather bland, modern building. "Fulchester University", the caption said, "Women's Issues Group Meeting". The camera.