I got to the motel about 9PM. I slept in the room with my three wheel scooter standing guard in the corner. The next morning I took a leisurely shower...before putting on the left leg with a chunk missing from the calf. The fit hadn’t been just right since the day before’s shooting. My plan was to tough it out till I arrived home, then decide what to do.I hit a chain restaurant with a drive through window for breakfast. I ate in the parking lot while I checked my email using their WIFI. Marcy. She had a white blouse, black skirt, hose and heels.The colours matched us well.My grey hair blended with the colours. 5'9", 170 pounds, looking like a banker, although one who had a most surprising naughty side.Her red and black hair contrasted nicely with her outfit. The blouse was tight against her breasts, and the dress showcased her hips and ass nicely. The clothes offered a lovely contrast with her skin as well.I smiled to myself, wondering if she was wearing stockings or pantyhose. Truth. Anyway, I keep wondering were the fuck are we going to do it at ? It was light outside and the bathrooms were way too small. I look over and Karen stands up, drops hew drawers and opens her clean shaved puss up. Then I heard the door lock, turns out they know the bartender and he locked the door. Did they set this up ? I didn't care as I stood up and let two guys and the bartender strip me down. These guys were kinky as they poured beer on my boobs and licked them. I felt the bartenders tongue. "The man snorted and looked around the area in front of them. There wasn't a body with an officer's insignia anywhere. Shaking his head, he said, "We'll be here all damned month at this rate." I've got to check my men," Dracos said feeling the full weight of the responsibility that came with leading men into battle. He couldn't believe how heavy his arms and legs felt. He looked up and down the line with a frown. There were a dozen of his men dead on the ground and another three dozen who were.