“What have you seen couples doing?” Wendy asked, wanting to hear the words from her.“I’ve seen the wife giving her husband a hand job and him ...ingering his wife’s pussy.”“I bet that must have excited you,” she tested.“It did, but I couldn’t let them know that,” Tracy blushed slightly.“So you won’t mind if we have some sexy fun for you to watch?” Wendy asked, her heart already pumping quicker.“No, I don’t mind. That part of our service, to be discretionary.”“Have you ever seen the wife give the. But at the same time, I hadto know. Since I didn't really know what I was doing, I couldn't know if Iwas doing it right. But after a few seconds, some of that darknessbegan to form around me. It was just a few wisps, barely there at all,but there was enough for me to feel it. And once I did, I gasped insurprise and it faded away again. For a moment, I was frozen in fear, and then I began to shake. Itwasn't normal... I wasn't normal. I was a freak. A mutie. I had losteverything, even my face, my. And then without another word, reached around, and unhooked her bikini top and let it fall to the floor.I sat there in absolute shock, stunned speechless to be staring at her teenage boobs. And amazed, considering what had happened just prior, to feel my dick starting to get hard.Marissa glanced at Katie, looked back at me, and smirked. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"I looked at Katie, glanced at Marissa, and finally said, "Well, I'm sure I could do something with my tongue. But I. She whispered to me “Room 308. Seven fifteen,” and she walked out of the room, towards the Ladies room. I glanced at my watch. It said six. I walked over to the bar, and requested a glass of ice water. Even when musicians are allowed to drink at these functions, I always make it a point to drink only water, or tonic. I don’t want the guests or members of the wedding party to think that I am giving them less than their full value for my musical services. I figure there are reasons they call.