<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/AndrewCromwell.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Andrew Cromwell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsor's former rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne Stuart<br/><strong>When:</strong>half past four<br/><strong>What:</strong>enjoying himself<br/><hr/><br/>Cromwell laughed as he he heard the secret door to the room open. It was a sound that only he knew, so he doubted that Vivienne would be noticed it, plus they were making a bit of noise between them.<br/><br/>“This is why I like you..there is fire in you..” Cromwell laughed as he looked over his shoulder..<br/><br/>“Tart..this is Nick Shanks, Cock and Frankie.. Say hello to your new friends.” He laughed as he picked his pace back up, leaning over Vivienne as he whispered in her ear. “Cock is ten inches long..how about a little taste of that..hmmm?”<br/><br/>On the bright side the other guy wasn't totally bad looking so she might enjoy it...<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/>Cock looked at the woman that was being pounded into the table as he removed his pants, letting her come face to face with his organ. "What say you miss? Can I get a job here?"