She felt herself blushing. He laughed though. “Me too,” he said. He was younger than her, probably early twenties she thought. “Want a beer?”...he asked. “No. No thanks. I think I need to sober up some.” “How about a Coke then? Coffee?” “Coffee will keep me up all night,” she said. She followed him to the bar, took the stool beside him. “Anxious to get in bed?” he asked. “I'm not ready to sleep,” she said. “But I don't want to get wired up either.” “You can be our groupie, hang out at the bar. “Guess I better go, as six o’clock will come early.”“Aw! I was hoping you’d spend the night with me, I would love your warm body next to me.”“How sweet, Jack.” She kissed me and rubbed her tits over my chest until I groaned and then she smiled up at me. “Promise you’ll call next trip? I know you’ll be in great demand, but remember, I was first with the best! Really, thanks for bringing me out that depression!"“I promise, Sal.”I walked her to the door. I gave her my card for insurance and she. .." She hesitantly continued her earlier sentence. "They wanted some... Proof" She glanced up at me on the last word, seemingly hoping I understood without further explanation.I shrugged "Just tell me what the fuck you're talking about, Jenn." She pursed her lips in thought briefly. I was intrigued. I could tell her mind was battling itself."Just take this.." She finally began. Her words and movements obviously chosen carefully "and record yourself... doing it"She leaned forward, reached back. Meanwhile, Jackson picked up my bikini and sniffed it; saying it smelled sweet…Then Peter pulled his black cock out and I could see it was a good ten inches long and thick. He told me that both his mate and he were horny. They would have some relief with my sensual body.I asked where my husband was. Jackson laughed and told me that the other colleagues were entertaining my loving Victor at the golf club; until he and Peter could enjoy my company…Peter then pulled my legs apart; pushing them.