Her feet shifted under her, but her voice remained strong, even as a torrent of cum tried to gush down her thighs, held in only by the tight fitting, ...nd still inactive butterfly. Her orgasm sent her knees knocking and Joy leaned forward, grabbing onto the railing in front of the choir box for support. The hymn finished and the neighbor girls on either side of her, Jezebel and Delilah, looked at her with concern. ‘Are you okay, Joy? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,’ Jezebel said, her. As soon as we were off the road, we got out fearful the engine might catch fire or even explode. We walked the last 50 yards up to the entrance of what was actually a small hotel. It looked like we’d been incredibly lucky.The door was locked, so I rang the bell and waited for a minute. No one came. I rang again, for longer this time. Still no answer. I looked at Angela. She shivered, it was chilly.“Better call the AA, I said. Hopefully they’ll be able to fix it, if not they’ll tow us the rest. Maria took the two of us into a little study and gave us both a drink from a bottle of odd-looking liqueur. It tasted really strange but very warming. Angela told me it was from Africa, made from the leaves of a palm tree and had some very nice side effects. The two women smiled at each other, then we were lead out again into the party. Several drinks and masses of introductions later Angela led me into a dimly lit room where a few people were just sitting around chatting or getting to know. Well, to paraphrase the poem, mine not to reason why, mine but to do or die.I sure hope he gets here pretty damn quick, because I'm getting sick of this crummy beer. I'm going to switch to Mexican beer, just to save my stomach. To hell with the expense account!Since this is my first assignment, I'm wearing my own personal gun and holster rig that I used as an exhibition shooter. I'm probably fast enough with a thigh-mounted holster to take care of Red Dog, but nobody wants to take chances with.