"I'm sorry Jamal, but I haven't got any sex from my husband for a few weeks now. And while watching you work out there, I got all hot and horny," she ...aid, almost matter-of-factly. Jamal looked at her with confusion, "but you're twice my age, married, and I work for you."Stephanie chuckled lustily at him, "enough with the excuses, your a guy and I'm a girl that needs to get fucked hard." As she started rubbing his hardening cock through his shorts. "I... I don't know Mrs. Wengler," Jamal said. " Why is that?" I've been in her twice now and both times I've seen a lot of action going on with the girls at that table over there." It sure looks like it, don't it." I'm always looking for a fun time. Do they come in here often?" Every Thursday night." Only on Thursday?" Two of them, Carla and Belinda are in here on other nights, but the rest of them only come in on Thursday."I left him a tip and told him I was going to become a Thursday regular from then on. Driving home the thought. I got the strong impression that she knew exactly what she was doing and enjoyed teasing the crowd. Perhaps the fact that her traveling company consisted of her mother and a bunch of mostly gay men (well, they looked gay) made semi-exposing herself to strangers exciting. Or maybe her mother encouraged her daughter's displays to generate more gigs for the otherwise dull troupe. Whatever the reason, her performance was certainly popular, and the audience (including Sherry and me) applauded with. I wanted the guys to know I was a girl. They would be better able to tell, when I finally got more hair. My scalp was covered with what on a guy's face would be a two day growth. In other words just a shadow of color.Once I was comfortble I pulled up a TV show from the night before on the computer. It was a silly comedy, but it was also what I was in the mood to see. I started the next day's coffee while I watched the show off and on. I reheated a large cup of the brew from the day before while.