I slide the panties along my legs and discard them.I turn on the bed, so I am sitting my legs spread, exposing my slit to the camera. My fingers now h...ad back to my mound, one hand rubbing up and down my slit, making my lips swell even more. I slowly insert one finger of my other hand into my hole, pushing it deep inside. The hand rubbing my mound now moves to my slit, a finger scratches at the top of my slit, a finger rubbing over my clit, slowly a finger circles it, as I push a finger deeper. Then I was sure that guy was giving her oral sex under the table…I confirmed that when that bastard reappeared whipping his mouth with the back of his hand. Ana looked over at me and started squeezing her way out from the table. Her skirt was up around her waist and I could have a quick glimpse of her shaven mound; with obvious wetness extending down her inner thigh. She stood up and fixed her skirt; then she quickly made her way over to me.She smiled at me and said the guys would stay there. "This was really good, and I wondered what I could do to add to our people's really promising plan. The fact that they had managed to set this up made me really proud.We drove over to the airpark, then right up to the other end where a group of double-wides had been positioned to the left near the rear gate. Lisa said that these were for both classrooms and housing for the trainees.We went into one that was configured as a lecture room, and were welcomed at the door by Jimmy, as Bruce had. Now, here she was: Captain Jack's Bar. The B in the "Bar" flickered irregularly. She felt a nervousness tickle in the pit of the stomach, mixed with a sense of excitement. She was in deep water and once she stepped through the door, there was no way back. And so she entered. The bar was dark and the air thick with smoke. A jukebox played an old tune in a corner. A few men sat on bar stools, while others sat alone or in small groups around the tables or booths along the walls. Behind the counter.