The door opened again and CPO Rod Latham came out; he too was dressed in an evening suit. Michele had insisted that the club exude class.“Good eveni...g Lieutenant Winters sir; the Chief Steward told me that you had joined our select band of miscreants. Allow me to escort you to a table and get you a drink on the house,” Rod beamed at the young pilot.Steve Winters raised his eyebrows at Jason Jones disapprovingly and entered the club. Rod led him over to the blackjack table and went to the bar. I saw "Charles" walk in and he had a friend with him. Charles is a middle aged black man about 6 feet tall and really stocky. On several occasions I had been lucky enough for him to escort me back to my room. Tonight he had a friend with him,Trey, he has a little younger, probably in his early to mid 30's. He was a few inches taller than Charles and not quite as thick but very handsome. After the bartender brought them some drinks Charles turned and ask me what I was up to and thats when I told. But the blonde didn't care. She ignored everything except that wonderful tight sensation in her snatch. The young student wriggled her ass excitedly, bouncing her fleshy ass-globes over the hard packed dirt surrounding the garden. Her fingers raked through the Setter's long, red silky hair while her knees and inner thighs moved up and down, caressing the panting sides of the fucking dog. Sweat ran down Lydia's thrashing body. Dirt clung to the back of her neck, shoulders and arms as she. Spinning her way to the floor, she finished in a front split, something that many of her dance classmates had trouble doing.But as she took her bows, as cheers and dollar bills descended upon her, Audrey’s sharp eye picked up on something very odd – a bill with Grover Cleveland in the center. Picking it up and looking more closely in the flashing lights, she confirmed she held in her hand a $1,000 bill – something that had been out of circulation for over 40 years.She flipped it over out of.