She said nothing in response. She just looked at her inquisitively.“You’re drunk. Just look at them.” The frat boys looked at them with a perver...ed look in their eyes.“Look, honey, what’s your name?” The bartender had a warmness to her voice as she looked at her. She kind of liked it.“My name is... Fancy,” Fancy said reluctantly.“The name's Jezebel,” The bartender replied.The two newfound friends talked at the bar. Jezebel was somewhat tipsy. That came with the job. Fancy was drunk. She did not. "These are they," said Alice, favouring Bert with a smile. "I'd be most appreciative if you could bring them back when you've finished with them."Bert nodded, "I'll do that, Ma'am." David, Yvonne, this is Commander Murray. You'll be working with him until this, uhmm, problem is solved."The two concubines nodded but looked confused. Bert took charge, "Come on, you two, let's go and get things organised."He nodded to Alice and headed off, the two confused concubines following in his wake. He. She wriggled but did not say stop so I opened her legs wider and started playing with her clit then rotated between massaging her tits and fingering her cunt whilst smiling at the other guys. He came in, said hi to my wife and started massaging her and that got her nice and aroused.After that, at the end of the day there was only the masseur, my wife and I left. She undressed and got onto the table face up and he placed the blindfold on her and started slowly touching her all over. He then. She's Rhonda." I wondered at her."You don't mind being here with him across the room?" I said."Not anymore. Couldn't stand either one of them for the longest time, but I got over it," she said. "We don't talk and pal around or anything anymore, but I can stand to be around him, as you phrase it."We talked long; it was 1:00AM before we pulled up stakes and headed back: she to her car at the restaurant, me to my short walk to the motel. We hadn't danced; that would happen another time, but we had.