It was fun watching the girls get dressed. They probably enjoyed watching us dress, too. For Patrice's sake, I tried not to be too obvious about looki...g, and it was kind of dark. When we were dressed, I walked the girls back to their bunkhouse."Why don't you two stay together tonight," Abby suggested to us. "I'll be alright by myself." We can't," I said. "Jim is staying here this weekend."Abby smiled as she said, "You two can have the bedroom. I'll sleep in one of the bunk beds. I'll pull the. And she was naked! Was she raped? Then she saw the jail bars!Damn, busted for dope!She stood and walked to the bars.What the hell! This ain't no jail. Looks like one of those places you play laser tag at the mall. Huh, what was that noise?She spun around. There was a guy's head sticking out the wall? A white guy! With bright red hair. She crouched back down and leaned with her back to the bars.This guy's head is sticking out the wall about waist height above the floor. There's four round holes. Your other kids are good, she’s a little ... spitfire, OK?”She did it again and was right on the mark, everyone could tell, applauding for her scene work. Beverly was even better, but that often happens in theatre.We went on, putting the rest of the young girls through their paces.“All of the young ladies I just saw, can go,” I said.We went through the rest of the people, some showing they had acting chops while others were shot down in flames the moment you put the printed word in front of. By the light of the bedside candle, Greta could see the massive black dildo. When she first saw it, she thought of Joseph, their big-cocked African chauffeur, and the other night when he made young Seremai a woman.Greta gasped as her husband touched the giant black phallic symbol to her throbbing, erect clitoris. She imagined it was Joseph taking her for the first of many times. Her thighs opened to allow easier access to her own wanton womanhood. Greta orgasmed as her husband thrust the giant.