“Very,” the blonde agreed.I wondered if I was still at that fly-over country Best Western, dreaming the whole thing. It certainly felt more like a...wet dream than reality.The older woman then grasped my wrist with her free hand and lifted it to her breast. Those big, firm tits felt very real. I squeezed them, and she rewarded me with a moan.Like I said, she knew what she was doing. She steadily picked up the pace, giving rise to a tingling heat that spread from the head and down my shaft. Our. ....his cock felt huge and throbbed in my hand as I slid it up and down his shaft pulling his foreskin right back with each stroke......my cock ached and throbbed inside the panties and I was leaking pre-come everywhere.......Albert stopped me playing with his cock as he said he would spunk too soon so I released his cock and grabbed mine as I really needed to wank it now.......Albert smiled knowingly and said ''Oh my poor little cock slut just look how turned on you are'' as he reached across. She started picking out the most talented ones as they swung their hips, clapped their hands over their heads, and swung their manes this way and that. By the end of the song, she had picked out the dozen she wanted to use over the next weeks ahead. She'd talk to Shelly about paying them, giving each girl a pass on the entrance fee, free drinks, and more things like paying for their costumes plus their hair and makeover. It would be stiff for Shelly but she was getting free lighting on the. I showed the officers where the downstairs toilet was, and Jenny took the ladies to the upstairs bathroom. When they came downstairs, Jenny took the men to one end of the room and talked in a huddle. I flirted with the wives down the other end. Jenny would not allow any of them to smoke in her house, but offered the French officers Martell VSOP Brandy, and I offered the ladies either Cointreau or Benedictine liquors.At about midnight, everyone left in the Embassy cars. Jenny stood at the door.