And then started rubbing the bulge in the front his jeans."So you want to see it again?" Bruce's voice coming from my speakers... teasing me...I knew ...y answer was yes, but what did that make me? I still liked girls. But here we were."Yes." Yes, what?" Yes, I want to see it." See what?" I want to see your cock." You have to show me yours too."I stood and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. My briefs came with them. I pushed them down to my ankles. My penis was stiffening and I put my hand. To me it was not out of the ordinary, as I had stayed here before. They built it back in the 30's and anyone who stayed here found the architecture amazing. I wanted to go out for dinner but the roads were getting worse. It was still early, but I said that we should head down to get some food before the place got packed. We had a great meal and took our time. We had a booth that was in the bar area of the restaurant. We were talking when we saw two Delta flight attendants come in with their. He replied that he had some little blue pills that would make her real drunk and vary cooperative, and the next day she wouldn’t remember anything. He said if she did remember anything it would be like a vary vague and sexy dream. For an hour we planned and worked out the details until we were ready. The next day I held my breath in fear as my wife took a call from Sandy. It seemed like they talked for ever before they hung up. When they were done talking my wife came to me and informed me that. They wanted something to go on, somewhere to start, some tree to shake ... something ... anything.I was transparently truthful, because they never strayed anywhere near our 'other' activities, and they left as perplexed about the flare up of assassination attempts as when they arrived. I did leave them with one parting word of wisdom. "Is it possible that they weren't trying to kill me as much as they were trying to destabilize things?"I could tell that my question did exactly what I hoped it.