(Funny thing about Tampa area, nothing is ever said about party donations… some legal thing.) “OK, babygirl… now let’s see if we can get you b...ed.” “Mmmmm… goodie Daddy… I love being your slut.” So Daddy leads babygirl into the lit bedroom in the suite… this one has two queen beds. There’s a girl on each bed and 3 or 4 guys in various stages of fucking, sucking and fondling. Babygirl whispers; “Daddy, all the beds are full.” “That’s ok babygirl… there’ll be room for you in no time.” By now, we. I wanted those swelling nipples, that well-hidden, juicy-lipped orifice.I surely did not appreciate any girl this pretty calling me "sir," but I told her my name and said I was in General Greene's headquarters company which was headed to the Southern campaign. I did not bother to tell her I was a private again since the captain had recently taken away my stripes for reporting late and drunk and for cussing at him and his slattern. I believe I had made corporal three times by then, but you can. She wentup to her female husband and asked him to watch over the party for itwas time to execute their plan. Don found it odd that even with beinghappy to do so, he was a little annoyed. Any other party he would havebeen so concerned about the food and drink supply.Anne went up to Catherine and Ray and asked Ray to come to her bedroomfor she had a new book on the history of the Civil War he had to see.The last thing Ray wanted was to be alone with Mr Robinson right now.The confused man did not. Chris saw his wife enter with the big black footballplayer.“Can they see us?” Chris anxiously asked Mr. Thompson’sformer Miss Alabama wife snuggling closely.“Of course not, Silly.” She replied. “That’s a two-waymirror. We can see them but they can’t see us. To them,it’s just a mirror on the wall. Jefferson knows that wewill be watching them but your pretty little wifedoesn’t have a clue. My husband will be at the videocamera in here but he won’t miss any close ups becausethere are seven other.