I was mildly shocked about where this was heading, but I had come to the club looking for an adventure after all.The man sighed in pleasure at my full... rounded breasts. ‘Good princess,’ he murmured in my ear. ‘Let’s put you on display a little.’I murmured in slight worried anticipation but I didn’t move away. It was too lovely resting back against him and the hand stroking my breasts felt too good. Not to mention the excellent massage from the other man on my feet, sore from hours in high. The most surprising thing was I think Madge was thinking about us in the same way. Were you thinking sexy thoughts about Madge?”“Well, yeah, I was. I’m not normally attracted to women, Jeb, so this morning was very strange. I’ve known Madge for a couple of years, and I’ve never been interested in her that way. But, I suddenly found myself imagining Madge with her head buried between my legs, and you kneeling behind Madge pounding the hell out of her with your cock. I hate to admit it, but that. All four of them.The eldest held out his hand to me. "Nice to meet you, Dal. I am Eduardo, and these are my sons, Pietro, Alfredo, and Giovanni." We all shook hands and I started to relax a bit after being very intimidated by my surroundings. All three sons looked older than me, but not by a lot."How did you meet Francesca?" Pietro asked."Uhhm ... well ... she came into my restaurant and recognized me from our classes last year," I stumbled."So, she asked you for a date," Giovanni. Some of them went even farther than that. Steve Augsberg had a special ear for languages, had learned some Vietnamese while on the American Embassy security staff in '74. On his own, he'd decided that the expedition would be better off if it wasn't totally dependent on local interpreters, so he'd worked to keep up on and improve his knowledge of the language. He had the help of a Vietnamese refugee who had taken a crowded, leaky fishing boat to freedom back in '78 and through an improbable.