“Hey dude do you mind me asking you something?” I looked at him with obvious look of disregard. “What is it?” I watched as Sam began to get un...comfortable as he tried to figure out what he wanted to say. I had to admit it was refreshing to see him fumble with his words. Or it could be that if I ever heard him talk about how good of a player he was I was going to beat him within an inch of his life. “I don’t know if you have heard the rumors about Jeanette and me.” Actually I have heard the. I hear you open a door and you make me move forwards by slapping my arse. I move slowly into the room and hear you close the door behind you, still holding my arms behind me you move me further into the room. You walk me forward until I can feel a bed next to my legs. Letting go of my arms you push my forward so Im laid face down on the bed. I try to sit up but you tell me to stay where I am. I do as you say and feel your hand stroke across my arse. As my arse lifts to meet your hand you move. In fact, Ebony could hardly think with the rising heat Vantha's hotly licking tongue working damply over the naked mounds of her breasts was fanning inside her. She heard Vantha's deep throated moan, and Ebony's widened eyes fixed on the loving performance and then, abruptly Vantha was backing down on the bed, stepping over between Ebony's still widespread legs and lowering her body to all fours. Once more, Ebony's breath caught in her throat as she raised her head to watch Vantha poise. " He squeezed her hand. "But it's not just the hockey, Brody. It's my band. Just like I don't want to be second to sports, it wouldn't be fair to promise more than I can give." Ryan leaned on the car as he unlocked the doors. "I know hockey means a lot to you, you've worked so hard to get where you are. I'm still working like that with the band, and I may never get to the equivalent of where you are. Sometimes I go to work, then work with the band, then do it all over again and there's not much.