"Yes, Si. Your fault entirely." She smiled sweetly.At University I had often gone to Jazz concerts and liked the style, so decided to introduce Antoni... to the music, so different to that she knew. There were many Jazz Clubs around London at that time and one evening we visited one where the band was particularly good. As usual with Jazz Clubs the place was warm, smoky, crowded and wonderful. I loved the music and was very pleased when Antonia, her face alight with a broad smile started tapping. ” She choked off a sob and nodded tearfully. “I’m sorry” she snuffled. “Good girl,” I said, more softly. “Now I can’t stand to look at your face so I am going to fuck your little ass. Don’t you dare turn around until I have finished. Then I will let you clean my cock.” She nodded, and then squealed as I entered her asshole, more gently than perhaps she deserved. I penetrated my full length just to make up, and had the pleasure of hearing her squeal again as I thrust. Just to show I had a soft. " No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in front of him.Greg got through five scripts and two pots of coffee. He stood up, stretched and yawned. The clock read 10:30. He thought that he'd like more. Murphy had to be celebrating! If anything could go wrong, it had. A plane carrying the portable building crashed on the way to the island. Half of the equipment and supplies that had been air dropped in, had landed in the water. A third of the equipment was dead on arrival.“Yes, Sir!”Colonel Alvarez turned to the other man in the room and said, “Issue her a shovel. Don’t even think about letting her near any heavy equipment; and for God’s sake, don’t give her a gun.”“Yes, Sir.”“Get back to.