Dev said, “Let me talk to Dale. We have some local resources that are probably better at teaching you than we are. We’ll have a program within the...week.”Dave moaned yet accepted the hand-up off of the exercise mat in a new area of the core not too subtly named Martial Arts Room. The instructor for the initial sixteen Circle members was a man Dale imported from the Tampa area. He’d worked with many of the family and security forces that worked for Mark Worthington. His name was Wan Suh.Wan Suh. But she was right there in front of me with just panties on and this alone caused my cock to go to full on hard in 1.2 seconds. "Wait there while I pee, I need you to walk me back down to the party a I have had too much to drink." She said as she peed with the door open. Mona came out and started to look for her jeans and a shirt to wear. Then she held up a shirt "What do you think of this one?" she asked me. Then she said "Oh dear, we can't have you walking around the party like that." Mona. “I live in an old cliff-dwelling inside a rock wall, south of here. It’s rugged country and there are hardly any comforts where I live.”“We have no comforts at all here and I’d rather live in a pig sty, than let those men touch me,” the girl spoke honestly with him.“Do either of you know how to use a gun?” he asked.“I do,” the woman answered.“Then take this shotgun and stay with my horse and pack mule. If they come back while I’m gone, kill them!” he told her and walked toward the barn.He came. She was getting tag teamed on a pile of coats, with a mink coat stuffed under her ass. I walked in, and hung up our coats. "OK, go have fun, I'm going to get changed. Let me know if you are going home with anyone ok?" I told Rita. "Sure thing." she said. She had on a tasseled flapper outfit. Traditionally, those were one piece get-ups, but hers was a two piece. The first part was a fitted mini skirt, and a straight cut top that flowed down to the skirt, giving the impression that he was waif.