Another round of drinks appeared at our table, courtesy of Sal. She said she had no idea. We would just have to wait and see what happened. After changing, me into a sports shirt and jeans and Becky into a wrap around skirt with a tank top, we walked over to The Dungeon, more correctly named Ye Olde Original Dungeon. Sal laughed and said anytime would be ok with him as he now knew I wasn't prejudiced. She went to the floor and danced to a couple of up-tempo numbers.
We try to find a hotel that has a coffee pot in the room. I laid there not believeing what I had just heard. My dance partner's hands slide up my chest, which is a reverse from the norm. Lucky for me I there was nobody for me to talk to, so I could watch the show. Her fingers stay on her pussy teasing her clit, as I am push deep into her.
The accommodations were exquisite. I asked if Becky had had a good time. She went to Sal, kissed him and then dropped to her knees. We decided to visit New Orleans as she had never been there. I could tell Sal was enjoying himself. She repeated this sequence several more times and then let Sal explode deeply into her throat.