I mean it sounds great to hear you explain it, but I’m not certain you have thought through the full ramifications of such a venture,’ said Samant...a. Crowe sighed audibly. ‘Samantha, I’m so sorry to hear you say that.’ Crowe said in a very disappointed tone of voice. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Crowe, but I’m not your girl. Now if you would excuse me, I would like to collect my things and be on my way.’ Samantha said standing to her feet and straightening her dress. ‘You are most definitely my girl,’ Crowe. No response. I hear a faint conversation in front of me. The driver—no, the passenger. I strain to hear anything that might help me. ‘Yes, boss. We have her,’ the deep voice says. I don’t hear an immediate response, so I can only assume he is on a call. ‘No, boss, we didn’t have to drug her. Get this—apparently her friends were supposed to kidnap her for some surprise.’ He laughs. Fuck you, mister. That’s the only way you would have got me so easily. ‘She let us put the hood on and walked right. Here was my wife riding the cock of another man whilst Helena knelt behind her licking at Paul's balls and Sharon's cunt lips and arse. Sharon was pumping up and down as fast as was possible and Helena was having a hard time getting her tongue near Sharon's cunt. Paul was squeezing Sharon's tits for all they were worth and she was starting to take on the shaking quaking furious appearance of some one about to cum. Sure enough as soon as Helena slipped a finger up Sharon's arse she slowed right. "Unless you were listening to the radio on your ride in, you may not have heard of it." What's that?" Tanya was curious, and not a bit apprehensive. She and her father had been reading the scripts they now clutched in their hands, not the morning paper."Uncle Charlie wanted to discuss this with you himself, so if you don't know I really shouldn't be saying anything. But as a result of the rumour, the schedule's been thrown into complete disarray this morning, he wants to see the three of us in.