" Maybe," she said, not sounding too convinced. "Some of the questions they asked made it sound like a more portable unit at lower cost. That's really... what we're talking about isn't it?" Yeah. Definitely. Did they leave any business cards or mention a name to anyone?" Yes. The guy said he was representing Clearwater Resources out of Detroit. His name was Milos Czerny. I'll spell that for you."I searched my memory and couldn't recall any company called Clearwater or the distinctive name of the. Sure enough, it was a bathroom. It had all the standard bathroom accoutrements. A toilet. A sink. A hot chick wearing nothing but a hospital gown staring at him. One of those rail things for people to hold on to if they needed help. A bedpan for some reas- Wait. Hot chick? Max immediately averted his eyes. He was no pervert. At least without the safety of a locked door and a DSL Internet connection. "Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! My bad! The door wasn't locked! I didn't mean to I..." Max blinked,. So it was another ten minutes before I left the room and went back downstairs to the classroom for a shower there and putting on a clean sarong before going up to my room for an almost repeat performance with Ann. I slept like a log that night. I was woken up by a smack on my bare bum and found that it was Penny who had administered the blow. Peter stood there grinning, and I think it was at the sight of dishevelled Ann and her bare breasts and the thought that he would shortly be crushing. She was still twitching slightly, and when he slid the sensitive tip of his erection against her clit, her felt the pulse of the after effects of her orgasm. She’d fallen to pieces when he had slid a finger in her ass. She hadn’t stopped him, hadn’t asked him what he was doing. Instead she had gasped and cum. He could see Ally coming back to her senses as her orgasm faded, and watched her move a little, positioning herself for his entry. He slid inside of her and groaned. She was wet and slick.