[ModelT-MsDollie]

-Thanking the Mexican Cooks.
---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 boys. Dollie agreed we had to thank those old guys at the diner. We’d invite them to a play room at the strip club!
---They’d already fingerfucked Dollie last summer so it really wasn’t anything new. But that’s 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. Perhaps it was spring 1985 now???? We’d also eaten at the diner again showing the old guys only brief pussy shots . We were learning not to be so daring in public. Once again, I 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 ask because it always surprised me when she said yes when it came to getting fingerfucked. Yes, were their answers also to meet at the strip club and 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. 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 fingerfucking Dollie. She assured them they’d both get all the time they needed this time. A year ago, in the 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, to almost operating room spot lights . I always chose the bright lights, as we did this time.
--Both guys asked the barmaid what this room was gonna cost them. We all told the guys 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, two girls occasionally joined us, mostly because those were Hanks regular rules. Dollie, semi clad in 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. 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 fingerfucking Dollie. None of this was timed and it’s been a very long time ago. But 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 fondling and nipple torture just to show I approved. Nipple torture because rubbing and tuggin on them always caused Dollie many orgasms and uncontrollable quivering.
Nipple torture gauranteed a wet pussy would be available.
----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. Seems like even one of the tiny little strippers may have dipped a tiny finger in and out, along with rubbing Dollie’s nipples.
--By her looks of joy and squeals of delight I’m sure Dollie needed nothing when asked. So 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.
---The Hank treatment began. I pulled the door shut to muffle Dollie’s even louder screams of joy, panting, and notifications of her climaxes. Yes. We all knew Dollie was having fun. All the more reason to keep pounding away on that hot pussy.
--Both Hank and Helen had deep authoritative voices that scared little puppies and old men. He was pumping away in Dollie’s pussy complaining to her how hot and juicy it was. Someone was rubbing her nipples and tits, not helping a bit. Hank was telling Dollie “stop cumming b*tch or I’ll have to go faster.” Dollie was telling Hank she is sorry but “I’m cumming more now.” This went on for maybe 10 minutes. Dollie yelling she’s cumming, Hank calling her names and telling her stop doing that. We both knew it was all part of Hank’s game and only made Dollie climax even more.
---Who knows how long Dollie had been getting a steady masturbation by these three, plus a quickie by the young stripper. The door opened to the play room and in walked Helen. Helen was looking sexy. Obviously those weren’t here house selling clothes! Equally as kinky and deep voiced as Hank she said things like “WTF is going on here? Then she apologized for being late. Also wanted to know “what is my husband doing fingerfucking that sl*t?” I think those two big Mexicans were scared to death. Helen told Hank to get the hell out of the way. This was another first. Helen replaced Hank fingerfucking Dollie. Dollie didn’t seem to mind. She was still moaning and yelling about cumming. The two Mexicans were working on Dollie’s tits again. Helen told them to get their asses over here and help keep this woman’s pussy hot.
----Dollie was nearly crying but begging for more, holding the Mexicans by the arms or waist tightly. Helen had a fist deep in Dollie’s pussy ramming it hard. She finished in maybe another ten minutes. As Helen pulled her hand out of Dollies wet hole she looked at the little stripper and told her “get over here ya little sl*t and lick this pussy clean.” The girl immediately got down and started licking and sucking Dollie’s flowing c*nt. Helen asked her several times how’s it taste b*tch?” The gal would answer something like ’”great or delicious.” The girl stopped several times to get up. Helen told her she wasn’t finished. Then Helen told me I needed to finger that wh*r*’s tight little dry pussy while the girl was bent over Dollie. I did! Seems like two Mexicans continued working on Dollie’s tits and watching us.
---Again I have no idea what exactly was spoken or how long that poor girl licked Dollie’s wet pussy. Or how long I fingered the girl for that matter. Somewhere after all this madness we all went out and had a drink, or two. We all watched a few strippers and listened to the two Mexicans thanking us for a great afternoon. Seems like when they got up to leave Helen told them “get your fat asses back in that playroom. You ain’t done yet. Nobody has made me happy yet. She was rubbing one of the Mexican’s crotch and asking him if he knew how to make her happy. Seems like he told Helen he can’t get a hard on anymore. Helen told him she could see that. Then she asked him if they could make her pussy feel as good as they did Doliie’s.
---Back to the playroom. Each Mexican fingerfucked Helen. Hank fingerfucked Dollie. I fingerfucked a different stripper. Eventually Dollie got fingered by me and the two Mexicans again. It got confusing but there was a lot of fingerfucking going on. It was getting late. I wanted to get the car hooked up to the motorhome before dark so we could leave at a reasonable time next morning. As much as we hated it, we said our goodbyes and left.
---I’d say those two Mexican cooks got thanked enough. When we saw them later that year they couldn’t stop thanking us or talking about it. I don’t remember Dollie showing her pussy or wearing tops quite so low when we ate there again. But we did meet some of Dollie’s little boyfriends a few times around the summer of 1986.
----We don't remember when, but Dollie stopped letting anyone else insert anything except fingers in her. I guess for saftey.