The building the delegates were staying and meeting in was an almost ancient resort. I sent Brenda to check and find a safe room as well as defensive ...positions. The trainees were armed and armored as they stood guard and the delegates seemed to ignore them.Three days later it began to rain lightly and the trainees had almost become lax. It was like static in the air as I sipped my coffee and reviewed the latest training reports. I jerked when jammers began screaming from the radios. I snatched. I'd driven past the place many times, and I'd always been intrigued by it, and I wanted to go inside and see for myself what it was like; but I'd always driven on past each time I'd initially thought I'd go in---except finally, on a very hot and humid summer day in 1981, I pulled into the dusty gravel parking lot and, with my heart pounding in my chest and neck, I walked in through the front door!The first thing that I noticed about the place was the heavy aroma of cigarette smoke. The place. What he didn't like was the way they showed CCTV from here into the bar. He'd been up there when a bunch of Hooray Harriets had been whooping at the spectacle of one of his colleagues struggling out his corsetry at the end of a long day.It looked like it was going to be a regular evening. Things seemed no busier than usual but no quieter either. The best thing was that it didn't look like there were any groups in. Hen Nights, Business Meetings, Clubs, Associations, all meant trouble. If you. Already impaling herself with the 7" pulsating penis shaped dildo, Carolyn pressed the vibrating clitoral attachment firmly against her clit. Both clitoral stimulator and shaft were humming away at their quick little paces. I couldn’t bear to watch another second; I left. Sharon watched all of this; not missing a single orgasmic drilling stroke. Sliding her own little man in unison with Carolyn, I heard her wince and moan. She tried to muffle her orgasm, but I could hear her from the kitchen..