To some degree I was happy about that but another part was disappointed. There was no way I would let another guy touch me in any way the women seemed...to want to, but then the guys only noticed me when they noticed a group of girls staring and wondered what the fuss was. Some of them would believe that I had done something to draw so much female attention and try to find out what. Then there was the danger of those looks. Getting into a fight with another guy because his sweetie couldn't take. ’ ‘No need for that. You’ll quickly find out there are a lot of things different here. It’s very disciplined but relaxed like a family. Now as much as I’d like to get us all better acquainted we have pressing matters. Like I said before when the President contacted me this morning giving me the order to back off the NWR it is because of a government program called Section 8.’ ‘Sounds Top Secret,’ Cassidy says. ‘Because it is. Surprisingly enough it is one of the few things even my predecessor. However, once we were on our tour bus, I couldn’t help but notice the man in the far back row. Wearing a tan suit and tie, he looked like a professional Arab businessman. He was about 5' 10" tall, very strong build and was dark... very dark...black eyes... with thick eyebrows and mustache. I noticed he had a gun hidden under his jacket worn in a shoulder holster. I asked Ehab, our escort, about this and he told me the man was there for our security. I, for one, felt more secure each time I. "I squeezed a large drop on her back and she jumped a little. I knew it would be cold. I really wanted to start with those cheeks of hers. What a nice butt she had. I could only imagine what was between her legs and how that would feel against my fingers or my lips.It started as a light rub of suntan lotion on her back, but soon became a firm massage."Now that does feel good." She said with more of a moan than just regular talk."Just enjoy it."Another plop of lotion just above the crack of her.