The party Friday night had been great, though I felt like a hypocrite considering the number of couples that I shooed away from the bedrooms. And the ...ne couple I didn't, Kelly and Charlie Rossiter. But the party had done what it was supposed to, it got Traci almost back to herself. She spent most of it laughing and dancing.And when people kept asking her to sing with the band, it was almost like, "Peter who?"Robbie's dad hadn't come home until the party was breaking up. He looked around,. I can feel my grin get wider at their questions."Yes, I am fine" I answer them in turn "The ladies are in the old guard shack back at the entrance. They are ready to go home. I am off to get Gwen, And I am glad to see you too." I add as an after thought.There is some more confusion and odd comical facial expressions from the men at my answers.As funny as it is, I don't have time for this."Go, save them." I instruct them and make little shooing gestures with my hands."You should come with us.". I think it will make it easier for me". Without hesitating he did as I suggested managing to get his bum on the edge with him supported on tip-toes. Remarkably he retained his stiff erection. Immediately I was on my knees looking straight at his rampant cock which was red and very hard. "God, you're very hard" I said as I wrapped my fingers around its girth and gently squeezing it whilst rubbing its length up and down. "Do you like me wanking you?" He couldn't answer but. .. he was a schemer too.Majors called me and I rejoined her. Someone had brewed a fresh pot.She said, “We’re set. Go see Franklin Moss, he’s the assistant manager. Doesn’t know any details, just that you’re FBI. He won’t blab.” She stirred in another sugar, “Better not.”“Thank you.”“I don’t want to have to call in Hostage Rescue.”“You won’t.”By 2 that afternoon, Kim Rhee and I were official residents of the Kelton at Clearfork. We had scored a two-bedroom furnished apartment around the corner.