I connect the Mic on my cam and start to instruct her in what she is do do to pleasure herself, and help me pleasure myself.The lights are off, only t...he glow from the screen illuminates the room. (and obviously me....)I am stroking myself into an erection...all the while watching the russian cam girl drive a massive plastic cock into her tight pussy, wet and inviting...I begin to ease into a rhythm. Edging closer to the moment...TAP TAP TAP.I stop look around, Becky is at my window, she has. "Shitaree!" Lonnie cried. "What are we gonna do!" I'm gonna lay down and try to go to sleep and you're gonna go back to your--"Lonnie's thin arms circled Billie's waist, and a tear-stained cheek pressed against one of her naked titties."Okay, get under the sheets," she said, throwing back the covers, "but as soon as it's over, you've got to scat. This bed ain't big enough."Billie hadn't thought that the small form of Lonnie Crumpers beside her would be at all sexy. She just hadn't been thinking. So here's how it goes. Remember, the blindfolds are key. We don't want the guys to know who they're fucking. They can touch and feel, but there will be no proof. If anyone gets pushy or complains upstairs, out they go, Tim. Cam, you'll bring the guests downstairs. We'll decide who does what with them. We have the bathroom down there for breaks and clean-up. "Is that everything?"Christy looked at me, "Condoms?" OK, yeah. A big bowl of them. They can use them if they want, or you can put one on. "No fucking way!" I shouted at Bart. "I don't want my girlfriend performing for a bunch of horny Army guys. Especially a big lesbo show-- is that what you meant about 'Don't Ask Don't Tell' not mattering? They leave you alone as long as your wife eats pussy in front of them? So what am I supposed to do during all this? How many dicks am I supposed to suck, and am I supposed to salute them first--" Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't get your panties in a twist," Bart said. "There is so much more to this.