"Nonsense!" shouted the boss, his fingers already tugging my panties aside and tickling across my labia. "More tequila!" He demanded, as I tried, unsu...cessfully to bat his hand away.The bartender heard him shout his order, and just shook her head "No" from across the room."Um, we're out of tequila..." I said, trying to spin away from his groping without causing a fuss. He fumbled a bit, then took hold of the crotch of the thong, essentially trapping me in place."No tequila?" He asked, shocked. " I really wouldn't mind."He smiled. "Maybe not. My wife would, though. Is there anything else you want to talk about?" I think I would like to confess, then I'd like Communion." That can be arranged."Meanwhile, Karen was frowning as she worked through a basic refresher course in applied mathematics, while Griselda was trying to compose a Haiku, which was harder than she would have thought.****Millicent was just reading; she'd found a source of amateur prose on the net and was escaping her. Civilian clothes tended to be loud. My Hawaiian beach bunny dress would not have not fit in, quite. I considered the potential impact of putting Christine in it. It made me wish we brought the chest, until I considered what the spooks would have thought of its contents. Better not to have it. Sean inquired after the nearest PX. It turned out there was only one, but it was nearby. That answered one of my questions. We were on a military base, beach footwear not-with-standing. The PX turned out. The one on top was pumping into the other's throat. One began to play with the other's asshole and inserted a finger. the other followed suit and both were groaning with pleasure derived from the other. They glanced over and Keith was now fucking Abby who was sitting on an elephant trunk in a u-shape like a swing and was at the perfect height for him to drill her standing up. The boys indicated they were both about ready to spunk and Keith and Abby paused long enough to watch the first lift up.