”Cayuse nodded again, a real chatterbox this evening.The Red Light Saloon was a solid-looking brick structure that wouldn’t be as vulnerable to a ...ire as many of its neighbors. It was set up like the Bighorn — a bar to the right, card tables to the left, hotel rooms upstairs for the sporting ladies and their customers. An old gentleman wearing a bowler was playing a corner piano softly. There were only three late-day drinkers, but it was still early for the saloon crowd.Chicago Joe met us in. I was feeling myself between my legs, I needed a wank or something, I must have been close to ovulating and when I pushed my finger into my fanny, it was all swollen and open as well as wet. Funny when you do that you always seem to spot a guy looking at you, well looking in your direction and the trick is never to acknowledged their presence, that way you can have some fun with them and tease them into thinking you don't know they are wanking themselves wanting you.Feeling wanted is a powerful. She did not say anything and covered it with a towel, and started her massage of the front body.Now I could see her, as I was facing upwards, and her up down movements were making her tits go up and down, which made my dick become harder and now it was forming a tent in the towel. She noticed the same and came near my face and whispered, sir do you want something else and extra. I did not understand and asked her what she meant.She smiled and said, it seems to be your 1st time here, to which I. As I entered the hallway I could see Sally sitting on the edge of the hot tub, one hand on one her large breast kneading her nipple as she slightly rocked her hips back and forth as she leaned against the stone wall. I was embarrassed at first but frozen at the sight of her approaching total ecstasy. I was bewildered when she raised her other hand to brace herself against the wall as she began to pump her hips harder; but at what? I couldn't see what was causing her so much pleasure. As I.