I was really wet from what just happened. We began to make out against the counter with the other guest at the table just a few feet away. They seemed... to look at it like it was a normal everyday thing and weren't too into watching. She stopped kissing me leaned her head back to face me better and told me to not worry about anything as she slipped her hand down the front of my jeans. I shivered at her touching my wet clit as she started to play with it. I leaned back in to continue to kiss her.. . a full push would have proven too much for a simple OW. I glanced. Where ever I was it wasn’t in my Dodge.From out of nowhere a deeply tanned man said, “Ah ... good. We can begin.”Not that I recognized the language ... it was guttural and coarse.He grabbed the lodgepole pine splinter sticking up and twisted.“OW fucking OW!”“Hold him,” he said to the unknown hand.Darkness.The splinter wasn’t a splinter ... it was the three foot end of one of my tipi poles ... and it had transfixed my leg. I am. His cock was out in a flash. Half the size of Col's in all dimensions, it was thankfully able to fit snugly in the warm mouth. "Suck me, bitch," he commanded.Chloe issued mute protestations, until Bill Mason reached below and administered a volley of spanks to her bare arse. Chloe's body jerked and in the process she inadvertently deepthroated the milkman. Sucking as best she could, she delivered him to the verge of orgasm before being rotated once more.The familiar cock of Jack Willis was next. Denholt was a big blond with an amiable smile and they chatted back and forth with Denholt (call me Denny) in the third seat. He was part of a small team in Wep Dev who were looking at manning tables in the various classes of warship and admitted the job was not easy as the actual number required to sail as compared to fight a warship was only a fraction of what was carried even in peacetime and his team were attempting to get war time numbers — the research required from past battles alone was.