311 your final year in college. That's not bad. Forty-four ribbies. Not bad at all! ... And last year, at Delmarva, you hit the ball real good while y...ou were there." I'm just in a slump, Mr. Dempsey," I told him. "I'll snap out of it." I want to watch you hit," Dempsey said. "Evan's gonna throw you some BP balls. Don't try to pull anything; just make contact. See what you can do. Be natural. Don't tighten up, if you can help it. I just want to watch you hit. Don't impress me, just show me how. Satisfied that everything shone she picked up her briefcase, stuffed her room card in her back pocket and headed downstairs.The registration desk was easy to spot over by one of the conference rooms on the ground floor of the sprawling hotel. Not only was it festooned with signs but there was a milling crowd of men and women in law-enforcement uniforms.Pat joined the line. Looking around, she didn't immediately see any familiar faces. There would probably be several people she knew though. The. There was a huge swimming pool before the mansion, with a large and elegant marquee to the one side. Deckchairs were in abundance around the pool and on closer inspection, the marquee was beautifully laid out. It contained a bar area, a buffet area, and a multitude of chairs and tables.There were a number of pathways all around the garden that visitors could meander upon, and I keenly took advantage of this facility. On my ramble, it was clear that the owners were very keen. “you could always go a little later, or have a beer here” Stuart sat back in his chair, obviously happy to stay, and spread his legs a little, indicating to Sarah that he’s interested. I was happy to stay too and keen to see how far this would go. “So, is this all that’s on display Sarah or is there more to come?” I asked. “What more would you like to see then? What about Stu, what do you want to see?” Stu’s legs opened wider. “I’d love to see your pussy” he said with a questioning, slightly.