Her saliva was dripping over my dick and lubricating it well.She was going ‘slurp…slurp…slurp.’ She had now got the hang of it and looked like...she was beginning to enjoy it. She was holding my dick with one hand and sucking it like a lollipop. I was enjoying it thoroughly and could not control it any longer and shot my load.She was shocked and withdrew her mouth. Her lips were dripping with my cum and she was feeling ashamed at herself. I held her face and said ‘it is ok mami…lick it and drink. I’ve been burned too many times, so for now I just want to play. The music changes again. ‘Fireflies’. Neither my hot stud nor myself are in the mood for slow dancing. He suggest we go to the bar, the first thing said. There he orders us shots of something called Prairie Fire. It’s hot, cinnamon and burning. The jury is still out on if it tasted good or not. I have not had it again since. Although he ordered us two more and I drank the second one down as well. He whispers in my ear, not. “I don’t see a problem with it. What do you have in mind to change your hair?”“Shoulder length cut in the back, shaved sides, with a platinum blond color.” She told him. “I’d also like to get some tattoos if possible.”“Like henna ink type of tattoos?” Special agent Miller asked.“No, permanent tattoos from a tattoo parlor.” She answered.“What kind are you looking at?” Steven asked her.“I’d like to get Victor’s and my mother’s initials on the inside of my arm to start. I want a dragon for my. The first night we had a fair bit to drink and me and Marco flirted with each other, my husband didn’t mind, infact I think he enjoyed me getting the attention.Each night we visited the same bar & each night we had more to drink, as it was a very quiet bar Marco had lots of time for us, well me especially, as the week went on I wore less and less just for Marco, it got to the stage where in his broken English he would tell me what nice tits I had.Then one night he told us it was his night off.