Frank Wainwright owned the retreat before Jeff, and the retreat was part of the deal for the patent rights to Jeff's invention.Margaret is Wainwright'... chief executive and lover — soon to be his wife.Fred Wilson is Jeff's long-time friend from Georgia, a retired cop who owned and sold a detective agency after making considerable money by solving insurance claims that no one else could — mostly because he could instantly tell who was lying.Carla is the widow from the farm, and who is now Fred's. Then he again took hold of my boob and began to walk towards his seat. I followed him. While walking he signaled to other girls priya and anjali to follow us and ordered all other girls to stay on the stage.After reaching his seat he sat down and made me sit on his lap. He made priya and anjali to sit on the ground near his feet and lick his feet. They obeyed him without a word. And he started to fondle my breasts. In front of everyone.Then he asked 7 boys from the crowd to get on the stage and. I stayed silent hoping I wouldn’t find myself in a few minutes across the lap of my 21 year old neighbour, gorgeous looking as she might be. Then the bombshell as Susie said “do you think so Madge? I guess that’s OK.” “Why not” Madge snapped. It will serve them both right. Come on, let’s give them the news.” I heard the footsteps. I was sure Jeff will have heard the conversation. I glanced sideways and saw the blush on his face. Yes he had heard. Madge walked over to Jeff. I fantasized I could feel the weight of your sac in my palm as I squeezed and bound and rolled and tickled it. The hard jutting base of your cock was in my other hand, and I encircled it tightly, stroking its curiously loose, silky skin. I wanted your hands in my hair, guiding my mouth down to your cock. Instead of the camera's heat, I could feel your heat warming my hands. I touched between my legs and was not surprised by the wetness I felt.And I feel it right now.The camera was forgotten, I.