They notice that, and after the guests have left, and we are packing up equipment, I can get all I want to drink, and sometimes more, if the bartender...happens to be a little horny, for free. I sipped my water, and checked my watch. Six-ten. Time was moving so slowly, it seemed. I set my glass on the bandstand, and went to the Men’s room. As I unzipped my trousers at the urinal, I suddenly realized I was slightly swollen. Thinking about seven already, are you? I mentally said to my one-eyed. "Excellent," came the reply in a cultured feminine voice. "Will it beready for our gathering next week?"Judith thought for a moment and then responded, "I will needdocumentation to get it through passport control tomorrow." No problem," answered Judith's contact. "Just send me a photograph, anapproximate age. Oh! And a name, of course. I will then get the passportcouriered to you tonight."Judith gave a moment's pause and then said, "The name is Mary Mackintosh,real age is approximately 19 but. When I switch to the other boob I continued to rub the remaining wet nipple between my fingers. It wasn’t long before this was too much for her and she began cumming under me. I gave her a few seconds to catch her breath and then resumed sucking. She responded quickly and I moved my free hand down between her legs. She was already doing a great job on her button so I moved lower and started fingering her wet opening. She came again in response to that. I slipped a finger inside and began. “You mean ‘Connie’s whore’, don’t you” the woman quickly added, as she once again, reached for my hanging testicles. Giving them a firm squeeze, she added: “there is no way, after what I’ve seen, and what we’re all about to see, that she is your wife…. Anymore, that is. That slut can go all night. Let’s go see” she added, “And if you’re a good boy, we might just take you home later.”The man with her stepped to the side, allowing the woman to walk toward the now-open door. She still had me by.