Marcus got us a booth that faced the dance floor and he told me to sit on the side so I could watch the dancers and put my foot up on the booth. Marcu... and Terry sat across from me. Terry had on a short white dress that had fringes at the bottom and was very low cut.Marcus asked her if she wanted to dance which she loves to do. They went out on the dance floor and danced to several songs. She looked really hot out there and I noticed several guys checking her out. Marcus would spin her around. “N ... No. Not really. I mean, I thought that—”“Do you mind?”I shut up and shook my head. This wasn’t happening. Or if it was, she was setting me up for something. And if she was, there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. I mean, you didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t sit next to you. You didn’t tell Clarissa Liddington she couldn’t do anything.“Great,” she said with a solar-bright smile as she sat down. Grace and Emily sat at the table in front of us. Clarissa flashed me another of. As she slid her hands a little lower she found out that he apparently liked her ministrations as he was already pitching a tent in the hotel sheets after only 5 short minutes of play time. My wife told me she wanted to rock his world and began to stroke his already hard cock while cooing in his ear things like, “I see you are happy to see me and … do you like me stroking your cock”. After listening to his moans for a couple of minutes she slid down the bed and took his hardness into her mouth.. A few minutes later they walked out with Perra’s roast in an oiled leather satchel she had brought along just for this purpose while Kal had a strip of soft leather with the candles rolled up in it under his arm. Kal had carefully dropped the candles in one saddlebag then came around to help Perra slide the roast down into the other.“Oy! I fuggin’ told ya that was me sis!” came a yell from behind them.Kal and Perra’s heads whipped around to see three rather burly young men in winter travel.