Oh, I loved dancing for them. I loved the way their faces looked as they stared at me. Bobby, they were dazed. They couldn't take their eyes off me. I...loved their catcalls and the hands reaching for me. I loved the whistles and the applause. I loved knowing every cock in the place was at attention because of me. Me. Becky, the slut.I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music. I could feel the sweat pouring from me, feel the sex oozing from my pores. Slowly, I stripped. I kept the panties. Then, as Tom sat there with his and Libby's hands on each other's legs, Tom reached up, touching Libby's smooth soft left cheek and he felt his cock throb uncontrollably as she pressed the skin of her face firmly against the touch of his hand. That told Tom all he needed to know. If she'd been put off by his advances, she'd have pulled away from his intimate touch on her cheek. And she'd have taken his hand and her hand away from where Tom had placed them both.With his right hand caressing her. "That was WONDERUL! Wonderful! I enjoyed myself very much; and I hope that you did as well!"The 'that' that was 'wonderful', as Marvin had expressed it, was the blow job he'd just given me; and the enthusiasm with which he had done it with had been enjoyable! I couldn't, at least honestly, deny that what he had done was perhaps THE most incredible blow job of my life! Though I didn't regard myself as 'gay', I had to admit that I'd never had a blow job so well done by any woman I'd ever. As I reached the door and looked out into the street, a few people were milling around on the sidewalk drinking beers and smoking cigarettes but there was no sign of the amorous couple. I walked towards the nearest side street on the left of the pub and that’s where I caught them again. They were kissing as the girl was literally curling her left leg around his waist but then came the most horrendous sight I’d ever seen and it happened within a few seconds. As they were still kissing, the girl.