Before my knuckles could hit the metal, the door swung open. A sultry redhead in a loose-fitting jumpsuit greeted me. "Cal? I'm Sondra. Won't you come...in?" I followed her into a forlorn office space, and sat down on an old wooden chair while she perched on the edge of the desk."What are you looking for," she inquired. Well, I wasn't totally sure but I found myself telling her about my business and the problems I was having. "So you see, the word you used to describe those chairs -- motivation. She knew the night of hell was just beginning."Come in and sit down," said Ted, "can I get you a drink?" Bourbon for me," said the sergeant, "and Cindy here likes sweet things, don't you Cindy?"Cindy's only reply was a smile directed straight at Debbie who closed her eyes and wished the world would end right then and now."Two drinks coming up," said Ted as he went into the kitchen.Cindy walked over to the couch where Debbie was sitting and sat down very close to her. She was dressed in a tight. Dangle and dips. I almost always catch other men staring at her feet. Of course she is oblivious to all of that...so she claims. I have brought it to her attention numerous times but she just dismisses me. This evening was different..............very different. We had not been out for a long time and we were both adamant that tonight was going to be fun. I just did not know how much fun. We always use these nights to spur on foreplay for us to engage in later at home. As the night wore on she. During the night I saw my friends touching her more than normal and the more they touched her the more she flirted and put herself in compromising situations. Around 1 am I saw her go outside to get some air and one of my friends followed her. I went out the other door and made my way around the back as they were coming back there. They talked for a few minutes and then started kissing with Johns hands moving to her tits and she moaned as he played with them. Linda stepped back and pulled open.