I didn’t see it but Benny had bought another round of Margaritas. Betty pinching my arm suddenly brought me back to earth. ‘Kathy! Where were you?...I was talking to you but it seemed like no one was home.’ Blushing, I smiled to hide my embarrassment, ‘I’m sorry, I was just thinking how much fun it was at Xcaret today. What were you saying?’ ‘Benny got us another Margarita. Be nice now and thank him.’ ‘I’m sorry for not noticing. Thank you for the drink.’ I was a little more involved in the. “God I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to kiss you again…” I say, as we finally come back up for air and look lustily into one another’s eyes.“And I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to have your cock in my mouth again…” she replies, before sinking to her knees in front of me.I can’t quite believe this is happening again, but I’m not going to argue about it.Lying back in my chair, I feel her fingers undoing my zip and my cock is already rock hard and waiting in anticipation of what’s to. They forced the newcomers to line up each for every seated pimp stretched confortably in a soft armchair .On their knees one after the other they are forced to crawl forward, and insinuate them self up the pimps strong limbs,crushing their breasts to them. When their mouth came to the monster dicks they must swallow and suck it in full length with slavish fervour whilst cradling the large ‘banana’ of black male flesh with their tits. With lustful cruelty these monsters tapped on the head which. The first 30 minutes went very fast and before I knew it, it was opening time; two hours later! At the bar I had ‘the one’ drink and the band got tanked. Anyway, while in a dunked state they offered me a slot as rhythm guitar, just to see how it goes. They then drop a bomb shell, ‘We leave for a small town in Germany tomorrow at 04.30’. I accepted the job.The Guitarist and his girlfriend/wife who started this all off came to the pick-up point to see us off. With a lot of big-man hugs they all.