He was supposed to be the brains behind this operation."But those machines don't develop film, they just make prints from negatives." Thas right." She... could see the wheels turning now."Dammit! I bet she didn't take the goddamn pictures in the first place."Maria nodded. "I think you right. I think she was very nervous, afraid she would make mistake with camera."Westphal poured himself another drink and thought it over. "I guess it doesn't matter, as long as she's planning to keep quiet about her. She giggled merrily at his reply.The meeting was scheduled for a seldom-used studio that was kept set up for news-interview-type programs similar to Meet The Press. To avoid any possible misunderstandings later, the station management had insisted on its right to tape the entire meeting, although they assured the Rights people that nothing other than possible short clips would air without their permission.Before entering the studio, Joyce gave Rajah another kiss to thank him for the nice ride.. "That good?" He said "yeah..." I said weakly. "My turn again sweetie." He stood and and my limp body almost fell off of him. But he made sure his dick stayed inside of me as he pushed me against the window. The shades we wide open. "All my neighbors get to see you now." He said "This will be quick." My face was on the window, still exhausted from cumming he started thrusting into my pussy even harder than before. He was feeling my body, my tits and pussy, my ass. "Whose better?" He asked, still. Larry studied me, then tossed two quarters of his own.Mike didn't hesitate. He flipped a fifty-cent piece up in the air, and it landed in the pot. Then he added another. I felt a large body behind me as I studied the pot, I knew the coach was watching.I got a thing for Kennedys. I wanted Mike's. I added seven quarters without a pause. Larry folded. Mike dropped a dollar bill in the pot. His hand hovered over another. He looked at me, I looked calmly back. "Call."I laid down my cards. "Three.