We arrive at the cabin and I ask, "Please drive to the garage and would it be possible for you to help me with my suitcase?"He replies, "Of course Ms....We walk up to the door leading into the tunnels, I enter my code and the door opens. The taxi driver's eyes grow big when he sees the tunnel complex. Gretchen meets us at the door, notices the taxi driver carrying my suitcase and asks, "Liz, I thought you were staying in town."I wave my hand and answer, "Gretchen it's a long story which I don't. As soon as I sat down at my desk, Sandra came into my office and shut the door.“Good morning Ron. We've all missed you. Did you miss us? How was your night with your mum? Are you coming home with me tonight?”By then she was standing beside me. Before I could answer any of her questions she leaned over and kissed me. I returned her kiss enthusiastically and reached for her inner thigh under her short skirt. I was not surprised to discover that she wore no panties; very little about Sandra's. Jenkins finally held her tight, shoved his cock into her ass as far as he could, and filled her with cum. His tiny dick slipped out and he backed away from Mom. She spun around, dropped to her knees, and started sucking on his cock, the same one that just slipped out of her ass. That was when Mr. Jenkins saw me standing in the hall looking at him.He tapped Mom’s head and said, “I thought you said that he wouldn’t be home for another hour.”She just shifted her eyes toward me, then she slipped. ”“Football is a game for morons and the brain-dead. It is the sporting equivalent of lager, soap operas and talent shows for the talentless. It is played by overpaid lawn-fairies who between them don’t have two brain-cells to rub together. So I ask again. What on Earth makes you think I would know what or where Victory Park was?”“I’m sorry sir.” Where did that ‘Sir’ come from, Gerry wondered in the back of his mind. He was too busy panicking at the cold mien in front of him to think much about.