She went over to one of the machines and draped her towel over the back. She peeked behind her at the three guys while she bent to adjust the weights....They were all sitting about 12 feet away staring at her exposed ass. Her pulse quickened as she teased them, causing her pussy to get even wetter. She sat down on the seat and arranged her feet on the footrests. She spread her thighs wide and placed them on the pads. Resisting the urge to finger herself right there, she pulled her thighs together. And suddenly, she asked, “Is it really so different? I also masturbate and it feels good enough.”I quickly replied, “sex is not about feeling good enough, it is about feeling amazing, it is about being awesome.”She nodded. I asked her if she would like a coffee. My hotel was nearby and we got to its restaurant. On coffee, she told about her. She was Vandana, a neighbor of Bhavna. She told me about many relationships she had in the past but broke most of them because she was not comfortable with. "And I've gotten pretty good at judging people, figuring out which men are more likely to go along with this, and not cause us any problems. After that, I simply walk up and hand them one of these cards. After they've had a chance to read it, they usually come back to wherever it is that I am, which hopefully by then is a table. A brief chat to discuss it, and then we take it from there. Usually it's a time where I reassure them it's for real, and that no money whatsoever is involved here. The. After I disengaged from my dance partner, I glanced over at the bar and caught sight of Tommy, sipping a beer and playing on his phone. I felt an instant pang of guilt and rushed across the hall to apologize.“Jenny, you do know that I don’t give a shit what you do, right?” Tommy said with a gentle, easy smile.He didn’t elaborate on why, and frankly I didn’t ask him to, the Krew’s set ended so I kissed Tommy on the cheek and hurried off towards the security door with my backstage pass in my.