In my best Yiddish character, I began to tell a story, about a young Jewish girl named Jesse, who was among those victimized by the men. That part of ...the story was true, and a convenient red herring concerning my identity. After describing her rape, and eventual suicide, as told to my "researchers," I told them about having identified the missing member and supposed host of the gathering, and having had him beaten by hired thugs, until the man confessed the crime, naming all of the. I didn't get out of the car since there was nothing I could do. Since I couldn't do anything, and there had been no call from Osborn, I pulled up the map to the closest Walmart. I had stolen the WIFI signal from the shipyard in order to access the Internet. They evidently didn't expect anyone to do so since it was password protected. I had fully expected to have to go back to the motel for my research.So I found out they sold a coffee warmers for the car at the closest Walmart store. It had one. There was a jewell box and my heart started beating faster knowing that the ring would be retuned to its rightful owener but sadly it was not in there.Then into Karens room which was also untidy and could not find it there and then into Donnas room also untidy and alas nothing there also, I then checled the bathroom and all I found was some tights over the bath drying and a couple of pairs of floral bloomers also drying which I presum all belonged to Glenda.The only place the ring could be was. I called Jessica and told her to come down. When she got there we all talked and drunk more. One of my teammates who had never been with said he wanted to she what the fuss was about. I told her to take him to my room and show hi a good time. After 15 mins I decided to see how it was going. I walk in my room and she has his dick down her throat. I looked for a few mins then told her to take off her cloths. I got behind her rubbed her pussy and wass surprised at how wet she was. She said sucking.