I knew these men but had worked with them very little. The teams going to Africa forced the changes. The team leader today was Ray Boggs and, as usual... they were heavily armed.Ray had the men checked for wires and brought in two bomb sniffing dogs. “Where the hell did they come from and when?” I wondered.My men took and emptied the contents of their briefcases on the table and let the dogs sniff the cases and then the attorneys.The attorneys were livid and let it be known that they had never. In about half an hour, the program they were watching ended and Jasonand Vicky got into an argument over what to watch next. Finally,Vicky said, "Go change the channel." Jason refused. "Jason, changethe channel or we are going to take your clothes off," Vicky said in astern voice. "No" was the reply.Vicky calmly walked over to where Jason was laying on the floor infront of the TV and straddled him, pinning his arms down. Jasonthought that Vicky was kidding since Tami was present and did. A first she concentrated on boys, checking through the guest list looking for likely talent. Having eliminating guys obviously with partners and the groups who were there to get pissed, there would normally be at least one or two to choose from, and it was then a simple matter to get them to bed.However, she soon began to realise that this was far from satisfying. With a few very notable exceptions, sex consisted of a bit of inexpert groping. A tumble into bed, almost always with him on top, a. In fact I felt so good about it that I wanted more, and the next time we fucked I guided his hand down to my cunt. The combination of trust and sensual massage did the trick; from that point on the memory of clumsy Ronny's attempted finger **** was put firmly in perspective - a c***dhood experience to smile at.Finger-fucking is now an important and regular part of my sex life, and I consider myself an expert, at least as far as being on the receiving end is concerned. There really is an art to.