Html#imgTop](A purely made-up and fantasy account of a wild night with Carol Vorderman) The night begins as I enter a rather plush and swanky hotel in...the middle of London. After coming in out of the rain I check in leave it to the porter to take my bags up to free myself up head to the bar for a stiff drink to dry myself off. The bar is quiet and the atmosphere non-existant. I order my Jack and coke and sit at the bar in almost stone silence but for the soft jazz music playing for ambience. “Besides, I run my own firm, so I can take all the time in the world.”“I think I’ve finally got Chance to want to talk,” Jill informs her friend.“It’s about time.”“Yeah, it’s getting a little stressful in the house,” Jill agrees with a sigh. “But you’ve made sure to work late to avoid him.”“At least you wait up for me,” Rory says, her tone changing slightly.“Well, you work too hard and haven’t gotten any from him, so someone has to make those juices flow,” Jill jokes.“Did he say when he wanted. " She said with a wide grin.Lois's hand was suddenly at my crank again stroking me soft and slow, Kathy smiling at me with her fingers at her cunt. Larry's fingers were busy at his wife and sister's pussies while suckling Susan's tits. Bill was stroking himself watching the show, then Lois rose from her seat tossing the back cushion by my feet. Kneeling down on the cushion, she leaned forward pressing her tits against my legs taking me deep into her mouth. As she sucked my meat, my hand went. ”“I love a good steak too, Billy Wayne. You have my mouth watering for one of your steaks already.”“We have plenty of Idaho Bakers and some heads of lettuce in the fridge. I kinda wanted this one to be special since it’s the first one for us to cook, and too, since you’re having your rich cattle-folks coming in. You’ll have to tell me when you want to serve them so we can bake the potatoes and fix a big salad.”“It’s almost 3:00 now, so lets plan on serving at 6:00. That will give you plenty of.