They could send it in by rail freight just labeled as whatever, and no one would be the wiser.” He paused, his hand on his chin, then nodded.“This...has undercover government operation written all over it. You know what we were talking about, while at Disney? This is just like that. Someone is covering their butt. I bet someone opened up a vault after the CIA got destroyed, and the NSA has had their nuts ripped off by the White House, and found a bunch of stuff they’re not supposed to have. From. It was a really strange evening. The place felt like it was floating on air to me. A few people had left but several were still there partying. There were more girls than guys and I noticed at least few girls coupled up and making out with each other. After awhile Hartley took three girls down stairs to his “sex room.” By then Jennifer was sitting snuggled up with me in a large chair. Brittany was asleep in another chair. I am not sure what time it was when anything happened but at some point. She removed it but he put it straight back. She turned her head and said something to him but this time she didn't brush it away. He slid it slowly along her naked flesh until he reached her hemline. And there he paused before returning back to her knee. He was in no hurry. He repeated his action. And then again. And again. It was slow and steady. Almost hypnotic. She appeared to be totally engrossed in the film now and seemingly unworried with where his hand was located. Had she given up?I. My eyes were focused on her pert titties with taunt dark nipples poking out. She smiled when she noticed me staring. I leaned forward and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.“What’s your poison?” she asked, smiling.Instinctively, I started skimming the menu, but my mind was too muddled to think.“Uh… whatever you’re drinking—but make mine a double.”“So… did she call?”“Yeah, she did. You were right. You must have done this before.”“It was just a good guess.”“My guess is my wife is probably.