He switched it off after seeing it was Patricia, giving him a *911* urgent page."Wonder what she wants?"After he switched off the pager, he followed S...mantha inside. Just then his cell phone rang. He started to answer it, when Samantha put her finger on his chin and seemed to tug on an invisible rope attached to his jaw to lead him into the bedroom. He never answered the call.Patricia Jeffers was holding the phone in her hand, silently urging Ryan to pick it up. She wanted, needed to reach Ryan. It just screamed to be transferred into the BTI equivalent of a "horny depraved slut". Fred on the other hand was a sweet innocent natural beauty. Her large brown doe eyes might soon beg to have her face covered in cum.He felt his pants tighten. Then the buzzer went off, prompted by the long-nailed finger of the front-desk bimbo."I'll get Tits," Fink said, and left.Tittiefuck waltzed into the reception area.She had outdone herself. Her gold vinyl top and mini-skirt were just a mere flimsy frame. ‘Now, where were we before we were interrupted?’ ———————————————————- Ellena hung up with Jenna, slightly ashamed at her outburst. She knew Jenna meant well, but sometimes she meddled a bit too much! She briefly considered changing her number, but knowing Jenna she’d just give Gabe the new one. It was a moot point anyways, she couldn’t change jobs, and he would just bombard her with more calls at work. She thought back to what her friend had just said. It had been seven years. Had she just. I hear you. You’ve got some time to get used to the feeling. I get the feeling like you and Mel are going to be designing the master bedroom for the three of us after last night.”She buried her face in my chest, embarrassed all of a sudden.“Are you disappointed?”“What?!!?” I blurted. “NO! Of course not. Why would you worry about that?”She shrugged.“Tyrone decided that my little sister was better than me,” she pointed out.“Does Tyrone do a lot of drugs, or is he mentally handicapped all on his.