Vanessa looked rough. Her her makeup was smeared and her body covered in sweat and cum. She seemed to be enjoying herself however, as her vocal encour...agement never seemed to diminish.I lay in my bed in the hotel room watching the various videos over and over again when my phone went off.“Hey baby, how are you doing?” it was Jennifer.“I’m good. Bored. How are you?”“Pretty good. We miss you?? “ Hearts, kisses and smiley faces. Cute.“Awe. You two girls behaving?” I asked.“Nope. Would you like to. Her moans echoed around me as her cute face twisted.“Daddy! Daddy!” she moaned. “Oh, you love my pussy! Ooh, yes, yes, you’re always going to encourage me to be a good girl.”“I will!” I moaned, her juices running down my chin and neck. Her tangy musk filled my nose, that intoxicating delight. “Every day.”“Thank you, Daddy!” she moaned. “I love you so much.”“I love you,” I groaned and sucked on her clit.She gasped. Her back arched and her little breasts thrust forward. Her body quivered, her. Sadly, even with the borrowed van and not having to worry about train times, neither could I have breakfast, the Hall meal times too not meeting my requirement to be back in Slough by half past eight, though Jen did supply me with a cuppa and a couple of slices of toast before I left her.I discovered when I got to the plant that the Provisional IRA had set off twelve small bombs in the West End of London during the night, and the papers were full of it. If I remember correctly, one unlucky taxi. "Well, that had been easy.The week went by fast. Weena was on shift till six, so I'd stop at the shops or the supermarket on my drive home. The mounted maps had come and Des had gotten the maintenance crew to fasten them on the walls. I had lunch twice with Chaz, on the Thursday he told me that his appointment had come through already — rushed because there was no one else — and that his new payscale would take effect in mid-month. When the announcement came from Canberra, our chum Watkins had.