Then she strutted away with a "match that!" attitude.Granted, she'd had a running start, but the spring of the gymnastics floor is nothing compared to...the bounce of a diving board. She soars off that with the lift of a rocket. With her ability to flip and twist she may eventually be doing things no one else will attempt.If she doesn't kill herself first, that is. She's absolutely fearless, worse than I was, which means I do have to keep a close eye on her even off the low board. So while she. It had been some minutes before she had concluded the source of their lustfully inspiring entertainment, and even though the voyeuristic invasion of the unaware girls' privacy somewhat angered her, she couldn't keep her eyes off the licentious scene. To that point, her middle-aged boss had done little more than fondle her tingling breasts and kissed her once as they walked down the hallway, which had surprised her as much as it spurred her anticipation. She only hoped that Jack hadn't detected. What about the rest of your men and was the mission a success?”“Dan, there were no other casualties, the women are all safe, and you already know about the extra cargo that’s being shipped to you.”“Excellent, but speaking of that extra cargo, what is it?”“Bales of money.”“What?” exclaimed Dan. “Would you please repeat that?”“When the men rescued the women they found money, US currency, baled up like it was cotton. They loaded the bales into the containers they shipped to you. I don’t even have. She felt sexy and desirable; she was turned on just thinking about the evening. Who would they meet? Would they strike up a friendship, or would it just be something casual? She knew her sister had met a couple at her graduation party that had turned in to some of her best friends.When they walked into the hotel Sammi happened to glance down. "You're getting hard already?" she whispered into Rod's ear.He slipped a finger between her legs. "Guys get hard, girls get wet." He licked his finger.