"Sacó una toalla, la humedeció en agua caliente de una llave y la acomodó sobre mi rostro.Tomó dos bolsas de té y me dijo "¿No te m*****a?, es p...ra relajar tus ojos."Dije que no y cubrió mis ojos, permaneciendo ahí, escuchándola mientras me decía unas cosas de su vida."Vivo aquí cerca, con mi hija, hace rato me divorcié y tengo que atender las necesidades del hogar."No podía responder, con la toalla en mi rostro y las bolsas de té en mis ojos."Es un poco pesado pero hay que hacer lo que se. After a few hours we dropped down to a place I thought I would never see again, Groom Lake Area 51, still the most high level Security base in the world. We soon landed, my two female goons and I who both towered above me walked to the main building. We stopped outside, I had not have the security clearance to be on the base, let alone go into this building.Then a woman in the new grey US UDF uniform who was a full bird Col came out to my minders and me. I remembered my old Air Force training. This must be how exhibitionists feel when they fuck in changing rooms, I thought. Then I realized that this was the same elation I'd felt when I'd gotten some sexy little student or other to spread her legs for me on my desk; not just the pleasure of fucking some tight young pussy, but the thrill of knowing that anyone could come knocking on my door at any time. It definitely added to the excitement of the moment, and added a little zest to the fucking I'd be giving whatever horny coed I had my. In the journey, they told me about the club. It was the first time they went there and I noticed how nervous was she about it. Full of strangers in an unknown place, to use her, to fuck her the most, so weird and nasty. The swingers club was bigger than I imagine, plenty of space for encounters, drink and reservation areas. We star be more calm and happy to stay here, the staff was fine and the people inside looked so nasty, going to their business with no care about anyone. In a point we found.