She had to tell Tom even though it might be an ugly scene."Honey," Tom said, coming into the living room. "What are you doing sitting in here?" I have... to talk to you," she said."Sure," he said. "Later. I have a lot of paperwork to finish up on. This is a bad time." It has to be now, Tom," she said.He noticed the change in her voice and he didn't understand it. There was something strange about her. Something soft in her face. Something afraid. She wasn't so strong willed and certain."Okay,. She took the thermometer out of my mouth and shook her head."I was afraid of that. With your tonsil situation, I can't get a good read off of this thermometer. Sorry, Kiddo, I'm gonna have to take it the other way." The other way, Jennifer?" Yep. In your bottom. Lucky I brought a rectal thermometer along. Turn over, sweetheart."I turned over, though I sure didn't like the sound of that. Jennifer untied the lower string on my gown and spread it out, leaving my butt out in the breeze. Then she. "I thought you were fucking Baggsy!" Sorry, honey. Slam the door on your way out, would you?" You'll regret this. If you ever come close to a real footballeryou'll wish you were fucking Baggsy, or whoever it is, causeI'll make sure you get humiliated like you did to me now." Thedoor slammed. I smiled and pulled out the Polaroids from thenight before. The guys were going to be buying me drinks formonths. Sex with Sandy Bitches of the Sunday Sport. She of theDouble G's, and all I had to do to get. I asked what was up for the rest of the night. They indicated they had no plans, so I asked if they'd like to continue the "party" in my suite. There was a liquor store across the street from the hotel, so grabbing some more beer was no problem.We all decided it was a good idea to not end the night too soon. The blonde volunteered to make the beer run, and I escorted the black beauty to my suite. We got settled in the room, and soon heard a knock on the door. The blonde stood at the door, beer.
Read More