We went immediately through the bar. I found out later he winked and relayed some info to his two friends who were watching us, though I didn’t know...then they were. Like I said, I am an exhibitionist at heart. The only thing I like more than a BBC, is a BBC with an audience. As we went passed the front desk, he said something to the black clerk about watching his closed circuit cam in the elevators close, but I pretended not to hear him. As we walked to the elevator he said something to the. And I knew her. Jill was my English Lit teacher from my school. She was short, married, had a Texas accent, and in her mid fifties. A little petite lady with a lot of energy but also looked kind of old and not someone I would expect to see at a sex swing event. We all got introduced and everyone started small talk. Jill grabbed and took me to the bathroom. "Kenny, you are the last person I expected to see here. You can not tell a soul about this." Jill said as she undid her shirt then dropped. ”All of the bros had a surprised look on their face.~~~Not that much later, at their frat house…“So, you mean to tell me that your man is stationed all the way on the East Coast?” Tucker said.“Yes.”“Damn,” Logan said.“When do you see him?” Ryan said, sincerely.“Not very often, but we did get into it before he left. Everything’s good now,” Becky said. She thought it was almost cute seeing Ryan’s. Russell refilled his glass with more gin and O.J. as he played with Freddie’s man boobs. “You’re the sexiest bitch I know. You’re my fat faggot boi,” he announced. “Thank you, daddy,” Freddie replied. “I wanna beat that ass up. Keep drinking, bitch!” “Yes, sir,” the sissy said as he finished the beverage and Russell poured him another. It had been 50 minutes since Freddie arrived and in that time he had consumed copious amounts of alcohol thanks to Russell. The two-hundred-ten-pound muscular.