. hey, another twenty minutes wont hurt, will it? After all, all of this will be rewarding by the time I sit down in that squeaky, uncomfortable piece...of plastic shit that they call a chair, and start writing up an essay about Conflict. I can feel the buzz in my pocket before the ringtone starts to play out, and quickly I answer it, just signalling to Mr.Fitzpatrick with a finger that I'll be no more than one minute - not like he needs it anyways, it's verging on half six now, and he's not even. Just whenwe got off the freeway I told the girls to button 1 middle button on theircoats. When we got to Valet parking I told the girls they could button 1 morebutton AFTER they got out of the car. They did still need to give the valetthat helped us a good view of them & anyone else there could have 1 too ifpossible.When the valet opened the passenger doors for them both Angel & Becky gave himan excellent view of their bare cunts & a bit of tits as well, but not enough.There also were 2 couples. “That is probably the reason I’m handling this so well.”We exited the tent I had been put in to see Hank on watch and Milla at the fire stirring a pot I presumed held breakfast. “Hey, sorry for worrying y’all last night. My brain might have overloaded a bit from all the new info it had to take in.” I waved to them and smiled.“I’m glad you’re feeling better. Food will be ready in a bit; can you wake Bob and Terrance for me?” asked Milla as Hank waved back, nodded, and continued patrolling the. I didn’t even mind Janet’s sticky kiss and taste of my sperm that followed. I guessed that if I complained of my first BJ from her, it might also turn into my last - so nothing was said.We showered, dressed and went down for breakfast. Janet was now a lot more relaxed than she had been the night before. Over a coffee, we quietly mulled over some of the facets of what she had told me. She had no idea why Brett appealed to her in the way he had. Maybe because he was not a polished performer,.