“Maybe it’s Geroge’s Mom,” she said to herself. When George and Terry came in from working on the pound, she sent Terry to the store with dire...tions to get two bottles of wine. “Vigonier,” she said.”Try to find some from either Chile or Argentina. That will be just as good as French, and much cheaper.” George wondered how she knew that, but supposed she must have read it or heard it from the wine guys on the public radio station out of Baltimore. Isolde sent George outside to clean the fish,. ..” Her voice had a slight edge to it though she hid it well enough. George gave a slight nod as she stepped into the room and away from the door frame he was leaning against. “Which seat was yours?” He asked, moving through the desks to be only a few feet away from her. “This one...” Her nails tapped at the third chair from the right in the front row. He guessed she must have really enjoyed literature, so did he. “That was my desk, too.” Being nearly two years apart, George was a grade above. ”The senator stood as well, reaching out to take the business card Taylor handed to her.“Thank you, John. I appreciate your help.”After the senator had replaced her disguise Whitaker walked her out, the two chatting happily. Taylor was just heading for the bedroom when Whitaker returned, her happy demeanor replaced with a scowl.“You can’t help yourself, can you?” she said, her fists balled up, resting on her hips.“I think I did OK for myself, Princess. I mean, I had the flight from hell, then. However he had been used. His nipples were huge and stuck out two inches from his meaty pecs. Clad in only a cum crusty red jock Nick danced around shaking his tight bubble butt and exposing his clearly used hole to the room of lusty dirty queers. At one point near the end of his dance, he paused looked at the room, then smiled as a stream of cum leaked from his swollen hole. The guys went nuts. Some trying to lick it up, other giving up a dollar or two.It only took twenty bucks to get him.