Slowly, they all disappeared in the locker rooms. I finished my workout and looked around at the empty gym, as I headed back to the men’s locker roo....I hit the showers. I was alone, and figured the other guys would be gone by the time I got out, so I started jerking off. I didn’t blow my load, but got myself pretty hard.I walked into the locker room, butt naked, and whoa. Everyone was there, men and women.One guy had the two blondes down on their knees in front of him. They were slowly tugging. Hmmm. I wonder if I could design some type of quick release that you could operate yourself, but ... even if I could make something like that, I doubt if you're smart enough to learn how to pull the release when you need to drop the pack."Gear in hand, Morales walked over to the bars, but before he could put his equipment down, Lobo, who was a little in front of him, grabbed the lowest bar in his teeth and pulled. When the pole dropped out of its hole, the animal grabbed the second bar, then. Most of the passengers got off the bus to stretch their legs and grab a coffee. The young lovers stayed on the bus, still looking intoxicated with each other.I ordered a cappuccino and a muffin from the Starbucks franchise adjacent to the service station, and took a seat at a table near the window. I had a good view of the bus, and I noticed the back of the young girl pressed hard against the window. She seemed to be squirming in her seat, and I wondered what they were up to. My inquisitive. With that taken care of, I turned and smiled at the skipper of the sloop.“Now it’s your turn to talk,” I told him pointedly, “and if you don’t, there are enough people with me, who hate you and all the others who work for Winslow, that it will take a long time for you to die. Trust me on that.”The man was Terry McLean and he was Scottish. He was an older man, who was clearly pushing fifty. He at least looked it with a well weathered face, thinning grey hair, a full beard complete with a.