Thanking the Mexican cooks. Game 17 Ch27
Perhaps it was spring 1985 now. Again we camped at the State Park camp ground with our motor home. We'd made plans to eat at the Mexican restaurant and visit the strip club again. Other than that we found out the best plans are to not make plans.
We took pride in thanking people who had been good to us. Hank and Helen had told us they remembered the two Mexican restaurant owners and how polite they were the few times they stopped in at the strip club. Had it not been for them we'd never met Hank and Helen or played more games with those young boys. Dollie agreed we had to thank those old guys working at the diner. We'd invite them to a play room at the strip club!
They'd already finger fucked Dollie last summer at the State Park so it really wasn't anything new. But that was the best way we knew to thank them. We'd met and played with Hank and Helen off and on for much of that first summer and into the next spring.
We'd also eaten at the diner other times showing the old guys only brief pussy shots . We were learning not to be so daring in public. Dollie liked the plan. Once again, I'd caught Dollie in a wild mood while camped at the RV park near the Mexican diner.
Dollie agreed it was payback time. Of course I had to repeatedly asked her because it always surprised me when she said yes when it came to getting finger fucked. When we asked those two Mexican restaurant owners, YES, were their answers also, to meet at the strip club. A date was set.
We arrived at least an hour early at the strip club. We'd already explained our game plan with Hank and Helen. By luck Helen had free time and would be there as another surprise to the two older men.
Right on time, two big old Mexicans showed up, grinning from ear to ear. They also knew the plan, but not all of it! We loved surprises and learned to surprise others. Like random flashing, it's that surprise that makes it fun.
We had a drink and talked, mostly about finger fucking Dollie back in one of those little lap dance rooms. She assured them they'd both get all the time they needed this time.
A year ago, in the Park parking lot, each got less than 15 minutes while sitting in our car. Laying on a bed with bright lights with no cops to worry about would be much better.
As far as lighting, customers had many choices. Very dim, almost dark, medium, even colored lights, to almost operating room spot lights. I always chose the brighter lights, as we did this time.
Yes, I loved exposing that pussy to others. It became a lifelong addiction. Until joining some porn sites I was afraid I was sick and different. Now we know I'm almost normal.It also helps that Dollie loves letting men spread her pussy to look inside it too.
Both guys asked the barmaid what this room was gonna cost them. We told them it was already taken care of. Actually they didn't know it but it was free.
Seems like I did tip the girls something. Yes, one or two girls occasionally joined us, mostly because those were Hanks regular rules. Dollie, semi clad in only another micro mini and skimpy top, led the way. I motioned for both old guys to go next, I followed.
In no time they had Dollie's top off and her skirt again waist high. Both men were working on a tittie even before Dollie laid on the bed in the center of the small room. These reminded us of a doctor's exam room and the small adjustable table thing patience lie on. I don't think these adjusted though.
Dollie laid down. Quicker than you read this last part one of the old guys had her legs spread and was finger fucking Dollie. None of this was timed and it's been very long ago. We do know the first Mexican took his time and enjoyed what he was doing, as the other worked on Dollie's titties.
Occasionally I helped with tittie squeezing and gentle nipple torture just to show I approved. Nipple torture because rubbing and tugging on them always caused Dollie many orgasms and uncontrollable quivering.
Mexican number two immediately inserted fingers and continued almost without skipping a beat, as number one joined me in booby manipulation. Occasionally one of the little strippers would look in the door, sometimes come in and rub a tittie if available, smile then leave.
An hour maybe, Hank walked in asking if things were okay and if we needed anything. The Mexican guys had swapped back and forth for over an hour by now. One of the tiny little strippers sometimes dipped a tiny finger in and out of Dollie's wet pussy, along with rubbing Dollie's nipples. Dollie often told me she didn't want other women touching her, but never complained when it happened.
By her looks of joy and squeals of delight I'm sure Dollie needed nothing when asked.
I told Hank, being as ornery as I could sound, "I think she needs your help reaching a climax."
At this time the door to the tiny play room was wide open to the sounds and views of the few people in back of the tavern. There wasn't much room left in there considering a stripper was standing there, along with me, two big Mexicans, the table/bed in the center with Dollie spread wide and panting like a marathon runner.
Yet Hank squeezed in as the men scooted to the sides of the room. Already over an hour of steady masturbation and Dollie was about to get a Hank treatment.
