"I try to give Steph a reassuring smile before I head back to the guys, "I'll try to be back soon."They let me take a shower to wash everything off. ...Afterward, they give me a meat thermometer to shove into Megan's ass-cheek. I smiled at the fact that, after being the only one she's spread her ass-cheeks for, I'm about to be the only one to have penetrated her ass. After adding the thermometer, I hung out and chatted with the guys for a while. Some of them were playing a video game on the TV. Clint sat next to Donna on the couch. “Please call me Clint. I’m more thinking about what you can do to help Brad’s career.” Clint put his right arm around Donna’s shoulders and his left hand on her thigh. He squeezed her thigh moving his hand up to her crotch.Donna jumped at Clint’s touch grabbing his hand. “Mr. Hale, I don’t know what you think you’re doing but I don’t do that.”Clint held her hand and tried to kiss her. “Donna, just relax and help your husband’s career.” Clint broke his hand. Y'all might just as well get used ta it, right here and now. Ah know it's upsettin' ta think o' somebody peekin' at y'all ever' minute o' the day, but it works out okay, too. The General don' trust nobody, so he has everybody watched, and I do mean everybody. If'n Mr. Camera Guy had been able to warn us the General was comin', we might o' been able ta keep ol' Cheryl, God rest her soul, out of trouble. Usually he does, but he can't be there all the time. If'n I understand it right there's only. What I can say is that I don’t remember talking to you.”“Huh. It sounded like you, but we didn’t talk very long, and I was ... kind of distracted,” said Stephanie.“‘Kind of distracted’?” Bettina asked.“Um, yeah, I, uh, was kind of horny...”“While you were talking to us, or me?” Bettina pursued.“Um, yeah, it ... kind of came over me all of a sudden,” admitted Stephanie. “It’s been that way a lot lately.”“What were you thinking of? I mean, right then?”“Uh, um, I don’t think I was thinking of.