And Cathy? The woman who had declared that it gave her the creeps when men looked at her even when she was fully dressed, the one who had said that sh... didn't want my friends to peek at her pussy with their greedy eyes? She enjoyed all the attention she was getting to the full. She was all smiles and giggles when hands passed over her smooth skin; she shrieked when they pinched her nipples; she gasped when fingers passed along her slit and some even poked inside her for a while.Watching how. Eventually, with Frankie still crying, they got out of the shower, wrapped in the robes and laid on the bed.Frankie laid with her back to Bob crying into the pillow, his hand moved to remove her robe, his fingers found her nipples.“one last time?” he asked.Frankie rolled over and facing him, kissed him on the lips, her legs parting, holding his cock she guided him into her as they lay side by side, just rocking, no urgency now just soft and gentle lovemaking, which Frankie cried all the way. It was Mark Hammer and his son, Dick. They were interested in a horse for Dick and in breeding a mare they had, as I recall." Are these local people?" No. They're from the south, I think. Louisiana, or Alabama or something like that..." Where were they to meet?" At the restaurant. It was the New Wave on Wilshire. Nice restaurant, lousy neighborhood." Do you recall where they are staying?" Haven't a clue. They came to town for the show. You might be able to find out from the registration. We managed to arrive at the hotel early on a Saturday afternoon. It didn’t take long to unpack our few items of baggage. I put three bottles of champagne in the bar fridge, and ordered an ice bucket, ice and glasses on room service. We stayed dressed until all were delivered. Then we quickly stripped, laid out our equipment close at hand, put on some good mood music, poured the first of many champagnes, and filled the spa bath. Lisa confirmed with me that I really had organised a masseur for.