No farewell, no this was a practice gig; no we're coming back, no nothing. The curtain closed and it was over.A large video screen dropped from the ce...ling, playing one of the performances on the Riviera featuring the Lucky Lady Blues Band. That was classic. Now people were recognizing the band they had just been listening to. I think most were in shock to have witnessed what was possibly a lot of new music.The two men from Amsterdam grabbed my arm, abandoning their spouses. One exclaimed, "You. He had a wide brimmed hat, dust colored with some dark eagle feathers stuck in the leather band, two of them sticking up and a half dozen hanging down, all in the back so that they seemed woven into his long, milk-white hair.He had no fear of the dogs either. I could sense his approach like a great calm and even Bandy stopped barking as the old man stood there in the rain, just looking at them like he knew a secret. He glanced at me and then looked again, hard with narrow eyes, and I looked. Hearing him groan so fucking loud, echoing in the bathroom made me feel so dirty and hot. I kept having the thought of someone walking in on us creep into my mind, but no one came in, and that's when I noticed the guy from before locked the door, so we were safe. Not that I'd care, but at least there wasn't a risk.I lapped his ass up, licked his sweaty taint, and served every inch of him as he wanted me to before he pulled me up, led me to face against the wall and started to fuck me bent over. "Yes I do remember you saying that. I have had a few family concerns that have kept me occupied so if you are not annoyed I would like our arrangement to recommence. Would you like to come for afternoon tea tomorrow, say around two"."What would be on the agenda after afternoon tea?" he asked. There was a short burst of giggles and then an 'I think something could be arranged'. After a quick acceptance the call ended. 'That something better involve a lot of fucking and sucking', he muttered as.