Kelly was getting too warm and stripped off her shirt. She was looking around for Tricia to help and then realized Tricia was two barstools down on th... other side. She had her feet in the air and her ass on the stool. Mr. Wet Fingers was fucking away in her twat.Kelly came a third time and this was the night’s big one. She shot a load of lady cum onto the floor between the bar stools. This guy was close. He grabbed her hips very tightly and was slamming in and out of her. He was fucking her. I was glad to find her nipples erect when I did, and immediately toyed with them, though all I got from her in response was an admonition."Not so rough Tom, they're sore." She told me.So I pinched them instead, causing her to yelp once again, though I did release them and sat back further on my haunches and began to really slam into her from behind with the ultimate goal of getting my rocks off now, and to hell with whatever pleasure she could have had from this, which was none by my way of. I nearly choked on my wine as they pressed the cotton in between my swollen lips. I had to re-adjust myself, placing my foot on the table leg, as he deftly pulled my thong to one side with one finger as another slid inside my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed as he twisted it round and round, in a room full of strangers. I tried to be as discrete as possible, sipping my wine and listening intently to his small talk as his fingers gently stroked my labia and dipped in and out of my hot pussy.. And then a large white-covered round bed would be lowered on gold chains for the show. If that's what the show called for... Being Friday night, the rooms were full by ten; it was after eleven now and two shows had already gone on and at one o'clock there'd be another. Zeigler glanced at his watch and sipped his martini and hoped that this Mrs. Oliss and her girlfriend would soon show up. He'd not been too happy about reserving a room; lost money on a busy night like this; but Oliss had been.