Chapter 6

“Absolutely, sister mine. Have fun. And, at your age, I’m not waiting up for you. Have a ball, Sally. Tell Ricky to take care of you. Him, I’ll wait up for.” They both laughed. “Sally will explain later, folks. Nice to meet you. Better get to Ricky’s before he gives your table away. Some slick woman with a fiver may beat you out!” Again laughter. She herded us out the door and off we went to the car.

“Sally, what was this about Ricky?”

“Her husband. He works at Perry’s. That’s how I got you a table. It’s just a joke that a pretty woman with a five-dollar bill will beat out family or friends for a table. Ricky is actually a very nice guy. Loyal to his family, too. Very much so.”

“Oh. OK. Well, I’m looking forward to it. We’re looking forward to it. Thank you so much for your assistance tonight.”

“No problem at all. When Mr. Rawlins...” He interrupted her.

“Sally, just Charlie, OK? Just Charlie, for now.”

“OK, Charlie. No problem. Well, anyway, when Charlie said if I got you all someplace nice to go tonight he’d take me with, I just figured, go all out. So, I called Ricky and he helped me set this up. If you like good food, and you like dancing, you should like Perry’s. The guys playing tonight are pretty good and people come from all over. The table by the dance floor is a special favor to me, so if you could really try to act like a big shot space guy and his thralls, I’d really appreciate it. Shouldn’t be too hard, yes?” She laughed and got us all going. She really was a very pretty, and very nice lady. A little younger than what I figured for her position as the secretary of one of the division chiefs at HCC, Houston Control Center, but who was I to question someone else’s age. I just turned eighteen a couple months ago.

We got to Perry’s, with her in the front passenger seat giving excellent directions to Cheryl, even though she had the GPS navigator on the dashboard working, there were a few tricky places Sally helped with. We met up with Rick and Laura, and they had asked Charlie if they could invite another couple, not from work, to which Charlie said OK. After we all introduced each other and were walking in, Laura stopped me and handed me four hundred dollars.

“If you don’t mind, just go ahead and handle the bill. If ours runs over this, I’ll take care of it. This way we don’t have to worry about anything or dividing this or splitting that. We’ll pay for drinks and such later, but this should cover dinner for the four of us. OK?”

“Yeah, Laura, but it’s probably not necessary. Charlie would...” She interrupted me.

“Sweetie, Charlie doesn’t know Sam and Janice from Adam and Eve, and even with incomes and money being what they are, it wouldn’t be right. This is.” I nodded. We hugged and I gave her a peck on the lips.

“I understand. We’re fine, Laura. I’ve got it. Let’s catch up. I want to try the French onion soup in this pop stand!” She giggled with me and we went inside. She was looking pretty good tonight herself. She was in a little LBD, and that wasn’t meant to be redundant. It was a very small little black dress. A little risqué for a lady like her, but her friend was in a maroon bodycon with a black mesh midriff and shoulders, so they looked like a set. Killer gorgeous threads. Seriously. Both were sexy as the day is long. I was a touch jealous until I looked at Cheryl and she grinned at me. She tilted her head toward Sally. We weren’t exactly wearing habits. Charlie was arm in arm with Cheryl and I held hands with Sally as we went in to our dining area. They left partitions open as much as possible. We weren’t looking for privacy so much as a table for eight inside the building.

Charlie had us seated with him and Cheryl in the middle on one side, me on the other side of him on the end, Sally was on the other end next to Cheryl. On the other side, Janice and Laura were on the inside seats, then Sam and Rick on the outsides next to their dates. It made for comfortable and mixed conversation, for sure.

Sam was in construction, plumbing, as a subcontractor for some larger residential and commercial builders in Houston. Janice was a school teacher for a while but gave it up to help run the company once it was going OK. They were nice people. The entire time Charlie and I were talking with them, I heard Cheryl, Sally, Rick and Laura chatting. Mostly Cheryl and Sally. Charlie and she traded places, so she came over to sit between Cheryl and me. During a break in the conversation, she turned to me.

“Jesus, Francie, according to Cheryl here, you’re the reincarnation of Super Girl, Wonder Woman and Amelia Earhart. What gives, girlfriend?”

“Luck. And the love of that man behind you. He’s made a lot of things possible that even though I’m in no way impoverished, would not have happened.”

“I think it’s cool. By the way, this lady is amazing. I like her, too. You guys aren’t going to run me off when the music starts are you?”

“God, no, why?”

“Because I want to dance with your husband’s assistant, if he’ll let me,” Sally told me.

Ut Oh!!! Here goes nothing. “Sally, keep an open mind for a minute, OK?” She nodded. Cheryl smiled. “It’s me you’d really have to ask, all things being equal, about dancing with Cheryl. Not to make a scene or anything, but while she is his assistant, she is my pet, my girlfriend, if you will. I can explain more later, but she’s also her own person, and if she wants to dance with you, I will most certainly be OK with that. You do know we’re going home Monday, right? We were supposed to leave tomorrow, but since I don’t feel like staying off the Curacao tonight ... we’re putting in one more day.”

“All the better. Can I dance with Cheryl, Francie? I won’t hog her, but I think she’s neat. Friendly, funny, nice, and, I think she could dance. Am I right?”

“YES!” I squealed. “You hit the nail on the head. She’s all those things. And more. I’ll cut in, but yes, I’ll enjoy seeing you two dancing together.”

“Cool. I promise not to steal her, but I’ve sworn off men for a while, so she’s just what the doctor ordered. Thank you.” She turned to Cheryl, so they could hug.

“Thank you,” Cheryl said to her. “That’s quite a compliment coming from a fox like you.” Just when that was being said, the dessert plates were being cleared. “Come. I’ll dance with you. The floor is empty. No one likes to be first, except my mistress and me.” Cheryl took her hand and walked her through the doors to the dancefloor. It was a snappy number, but could still be danced in an embrace, and that’s pretty much what they did. Not the sexy grinding one, but they were holding hands, other hands on shoulder, or waist, talking, and noticeably, Sally leading. That made sense, I guess. Cheryl wasn’t the type to control anything. At all. I watched, though. It was interesting. Charlie pinched the fabric of my dress, just above my butt, to stop me and get my attention.

“See that?”

“Yes, love, I do. I’m happy, but I don’t want to lose Cheryl.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby, you won’t. Cheryl will never walk away from you. Ever. Trust me on that. I’ll stake ... Just trust me. You are my sister’s sun. Anything else, I ain’t too sure of, but she won’t leave you. Let’s get all these purses and drinks moved. I’d like to dance with my wife, if she’d be amenable to that.”

“Anytime, my wonderful stud muffin. Any time. You have but to ask ... Or order. To beg, or to demand. In any case, babe, I will always and forever dance with you. Let’s go check in on the girls.” We moved the purses and such. A waiter followed with a tray for the drinks that were still being utilized. I snuck another sip of Cheryl’s while we were moving. The other couples were moving with us to the tables by the dance floor. Laura looked at me sipping the strawberry and rum concoction that my pet had left behind and started laughing.

“What?”

“Nothing, honey. If you need another one, let me know. I owe you.”

I shook my head and smiled. We got to the table, parked our stuff, and Laura and Rick watched the table. The other six of us were on the floor, having a nice time. Nothing boogie down, but it was slow rock and such that we could handle. Cheryl cut in on me, taking my spouse and leaving me with what I think might be a crush, from one direction or another.

“She’s a gorgeous woman, your girlfriend, Francie. Your pet? You said?”

“Yes, Sally, there’s a lot more to the story, but it’s true.”

“Francie, does he have any more projects coming up? I would really like to see you guys again. Seriously. If you want, if you can, please let me know when you’re in town. I feel a connection with Cheryl. I felt one with Charlie, today, and I feel one with you, as well. Even now. I can’t explain it, but it’s a feeling I’ve never had before, and I’m coming out of a four-year relationship with a guy. I never felt this close to him in four years. Honest. I hate to be so bold, but you three are friendly, open, fun, and I just feel like it would be nice to get to know you all a little better. I’m rambling.”

I took a shot. Looking up at her, I told her simply, “We’ll arrange something. My Cheryl likes you. My Charlie likes you. I like you. We’ll figure something out. Sally, I believe in love at first sight. I’m a survivor of its devastation. Twice, actually, and one of them was over the phone.” I felt ten feet tall right then. While looking up at her, I felt as though I was looking down at the little girl and took her in my arms. “Sally, we’ll be together again, soon. We’re leaving Monday. How about if you spend some time with us tomorrow and we can all talk. OK?” She nodded. A small tear was coming to her eye. I pulled her down and kissed the bridge of her nose. “Stop. No need for tears. Tomorrow, though, I want Sally’s story. Something happened recently, and I think we need to know what it was. All of it. Then we can meet it head on. Sound good?” She nodded. We went over, and I turned her over to my husband, cutting Cheryl away.

“I asked Sally to spend the day with us tomorrow. There is something there, isn’t there, baby?”

Cheryl nodded. “Something about her, Francie. You know I love you and I’ll never, ever leave you or Charlie, but I feel drawn to her. Like I need her to be around us. I don’t know exactly what the feeling is, but it’s strong. Do you have any idea what I’m saying?”

“I have an idea exactly what you’re saying. I was madly and passionately devoted to and in love with your brother when you snuck into my heart. I need you in my life now as well as him. I was afraid, a little, of you needing Sally more than me, and leaving me. Charlie told me not to be silly, that you wouldn’t do that, but, baby, as happy as I am with your brother, please quell my fears.”

“Oh, Francie, mistress of mine. You are my center. I love my brother, I really do, but, my love, I’m IN love with you. Only you. Sally is not my world. I think though, that she needs to be in it. I can’t explain it yet. It just is. Please trust me. You own me, Francie, and that is not going to change. I am your wife, for all intents and purposes, for eternity. More like your thrall. I know we use bad words for and about me, but I feel like a part of you, not a dirty little street whore, when you play with me. Francie, mistress, your slut feels loved and cared for. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Kiss me, bitch.” We giggled and kissed a peck on our lips. “You make me so hot when you tell me you love me. It’s nuts. I love you too, baby. I really do. Thank you for eradicating my fears of you running off with that beautiful young lady. Come, let’s sit. I need a drink.”

We watched our love dancing with Sally, and as he looked over at us, he got a couple kisses blown at him. They waltzed back to the table and at the end of the number, sat and relaxed with us. Our companions were still up dancing, so we had a bit of privacy.

“Charlie, if it’s OK with you, I’ve asked Sally to spend tomorrow with us. She, and Cheryl, and, well, I too, have to admit we feel a bond, or something developing. Hopefully it’s something we can deal comfortably with. Would you be OK with that?”

“I certainly am. When I saw her in the office before and during the rehearsals, I thought I felt some sort of weird pull, or attraction. Hell, Sally, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean weird. How to win friends and influence people, Charlie, you idiot!” He told himself, causing the three girls with him to start laughing.

“It’s fine, Charlie. I know what you meant. I feel the same for Cheryl, and now that Francie and I have talked, there is a kinship, a bond. No, more than that, but something there, too. Let’s go with weird. I feel it now, tonight, with you as well. When I was dancing with you. Now, sitting here with your ladies. You have a relationship with Cheryl, too, don’t you? She looks at Francie like she is the sun and at you like you’re holding the sun for her to gaze at.”

I had to break in. “Yes, but that’s something we can discuss tomorrow. Sally, it’s pretty obvious we need to talk. I’m going to be bold, here, but don’t take this wrong. If you like, you can spend the night with us. We have room at the hotel. A foldout couch. We can talk. I’m not trying to get you alone and ravish that gorgeous body of yours, nor are Charlie or Cheryl. How old are you, Sally?”

“Not normally something you ask a woman on your first date, Francie!” She laughed, so I had to join her and shake my head. “I’m twenty-five. I’m old enough to know what time to be home and when I don’t need to go home. I don’t feel intimidated by you three, and I’m inclined to accept your offer. Chery, do you have anything I can wear tomorrow so I don’t have to do the walk of shame in red lame’ club garb?”

“Absolutely. Short shorts, a pastel yellow fitted blouse. What size shoes do you wear, honey?”

“Seven.”

“We’ll be fine. I can dress you up and we can go shopping and have all sorts of fun tomorrow,” Cheryl told her.

“Well that’s settled. Kitten, dance with me,” Charlie said and held his hand out for Cheryl. I asked Sally, took a drink of whatever the delicious blue thing was in front of her, and out to the floor we went.

“Sally, you’re a little older than you look, sweetie, I had you pegged for about twenty,” I told her, looking up at her and smiling.

“I hear that a lot. Generally, when I’m being carded. You are a little younger than I’ve been thinking, though, aren’t you? At first, I thought you were my age, maybe a little older, Francie. You’re not, though, are you? After seeing you with them, and hearing the things you’ve done, and are doing, well, I don’t know.”

“I’m holding on to you, so don’t faint.” She squeezed me. “Just kidding! I turned eighteen in May. You’ll hear more tonight, and tomorrow, but suffice to say, I’m an adult. So much so that I can make decisions on things like this.” I place my hand on the back of her neck and gently pulled her to me for a soft kiss on her lips.

“What the hell was that, Francie? I just felt butterflies in my chest. I haven’t felt that since I was fourteen and was being kissed for the first time by my best friend. We were practicing. Long story. Wow!”

“Sally, baby, I felt it a little, too. Let me hold you. Finish this number with me. We need to leave soon, anyway.” It was a slow song, an old love ballad about jet planes and leaving, a little symbolic.

Back at the table, we gathered ourselves. I took care of the bill for dinner, and for the bar tab for the table, non-verbally telling Laura to back off. I smiled at her, then went over to say god night.

“Laura, we’re going to take off. I squared it, but feel free to stay. I’m sure you all won’t sully Miss Sally’s reputation with your antics. At least not too awfully bad.” I kissed her cheek, told her how much we appreciated her company while we were there. I said good night to Sam and Janice, as well, telling them it was nice meeting them. Charlie did the same, and as I walked out, on his arm, I felt like a million bucks. My pet and her new friend were right behind us giggling over some inane thing they were chatting about.

“What in the world are you two laughing about back there?”

“That dress Janice was wearing. I just told Cheryl what I’d like to do to her if she was wearing it.”

“Bad girls. Did it have anything to do with kissing and licking around all that fine mesh around her middle? That would be fun.”

“FRANCIE, and you called us bad? Where is the adult in the room when you need one!” We all were laughing at that.

“What have I gotten myself into? God knows, but I hope I don’t wiggle my way out!” Charlie said as we walked out into the parking lot and the car. Cheryl was driving. She had been a very good girl tonight, and that was why.

Charlie rode in front with Cheryl, leaving Sally with me in back. She held my hand. “Thank you, Charlie. And you, Francie, for this evening. I had a ball. Cheryl, you are a treat. Thank you as well for the good time. I’m glad it’s not ending yet.”

Charlie spoke for all of us. “Us, too, doll. My girls say they want to talk with you. I know I do. We’ll see. You want to go to a movie with us in a couple weeks? A date, maybe? We can come back, say the evening of the twenty-fourth, have dinner, lunch and a movie the next day, theater and movie of your choice, of course, then a nice dinner and dancing back at Perry’s?”

“What, you guys just going to fly back down to see me? Come on. Quit playing with me. I was serious when I told you I am having feelings for you. Don’t pull my leg like that.”

I took her cheek in my hand and turned her to look at me. “We’re not kidding, sweetie. We’re having the same feelings. Even after school starts I can fly us down here after school for a late dinner on Friday, then we can to go out and have some fun on Saturday, spend some time Sunday, then get home in time to finish my homework and go to school the next day. Until then I just need to tell Charlie to give Cheryl the weekend off. Sally, we have our own plane. It’s pretty easy for us to get around. Charlie bought it for me for a wedding present. We’ll show you tomorrow. You can come down and see us off on Monday morning if you want. Totally up to you.”

“OH, MY, GOD! You aren’t kidding. What the hell happened? I went from the shits to you guys in one day. How wonderful!”

We got back to the hotel, went up to the room, and had a drink. I split a beer with my pet, and Sally and Charlie each had a glass of Asti. I got Sally to tell her story. She met a guy four and a half years ago, but couldn’t get him to commit, so she broke it off. He was killed in a crossfire between two drug gangs and she found out why he wouldn’t commit when she met the guy’s wife and daughter at the funeral. They exchanged words. The wife knew about Sally. It was a one-way street. The wife thought the more time he was away from the daughter the better, so she turned a blind eye. Sally had no idea who she was seeing. He was a gangster when he was away from her. And, it wasn’t a crossfire. It was an ambush. She lost all confidence in herself and men in general six months ago. She looked at Cheryl, then at Francie.

“I wouldn’t even rub up against my pillow, fearing it was a boy pillow.” She smiled, then giggled. “Now look at me. I’m dancing with Prince Charming, praying he’ll find my slipper.” Charlie symbolically picked up the silver high heeled sandal she had removed and placed it on her foot with a pat and a kiss to her instep.

“Perfect fit. Don’t worry about me, doll. You need to focus on those two.” He pointed at Cheryl, then at me. “That one is the center of my universe and holding that one in orbit.” Pointing at me, then Cheryl. “They are the ones to seek. I love their love. You also can rest assured, I won’t touch you unless and until you want me to. You are way too important and valuable to them for that to happen. You are a beautiful woman, Sally Ann. Please don’t think I hesitate for any other reason than to make sure you are OK with everything.”

“You really are a prince. Well, for the queen, and the princess, I want to hear your stories, too. You alluded to your lives being somewhat colorful, Francie.”

“Not colorful, in the way you’re thinking, sweetie. More like shades of black, white, and gray. Let’s get comfortable. I’ll introduce myself, my pet, and my husband, and then if you need to reassess your feelings or expectations, you can do it then.”

“Jeez, Francie, you’re scaring me.”

“No, no, no. Not intended. We all have issues. We all have pasts. We all have skeletons. We’re dragging ours out of the closet now. Well, all Charlie has in his closet are tuxedos, but, it’s figurative anyway.” I went to Cheryl, unzipped her outfit, pulled it off her, and handed her a robe. She proceeded to remove her heels and her hose, curling her legs up under her comfortably in the chair. I turned my back and she helped me with my zipper, then settled back into the chair. I stepped over to Sally. “Sweetie, please don’t freak out, run, or hide, or anything until we talk, OK? You are going to be exposed to a lot of information tonight. Just hear me, well, us, out before you make any rash decisions. Help me with my dress, sweetie.” She then peeled my frock down and off, looking squarely into a very small bump in the front of a little spandex thong. “Pull it down, sweetie. It’s OK.” She did, then drew a quick breath, and instead of recoiling, reached out with her thumb and first two fingers to hold it. I thought I’d pass out. The feeling of her touching me was intense. Like when Charlie does it.

“It’s cute, Francie. No, beautiful. So, you are ... You were a boy.”

“A long, long time ago in a galaxy so very far way. I’ve been a girl forever. I have more for you. Oh, God, sweetie, your touching me feels so nice. My story. My mother and father fought over me being so feminine, then after I transitioned, and after I had these removed,” I had her reach underneath, “it got worse. When I was with a couple friends at a sleepover, he killed her and tried to kill himself. He failed. He’s in prison until I’m forty-five or so. That’s fine, though. He killed the most beautiful person in the world, so I don’t really want to see him again. Afraid of what I’d do. Oh, back to the story. Charlie moved in next door, and unbeknownst to me, he and Mom became good friends. He knew all about me, but I didn’t know he knew, you know?” That caused a contagious giggle in the room. “A little over a year ago, we had a discussion and that led to me getting an airplane for a wedding present, and before you think of me as a spoiled little girl, I didn’t ask for one. I was hoping for a ring and a honeymoon to the Lake of the Ozarks. I had BIG aspirations. I didn’t know he was wealthy. All I knew was that he was handsome, smart, and I loved him. A lot. And here we are, a little over a year later in a hotel room after his successful project finishing and talking to you. More so falling in love with you. Might as well be honest. The fact that you didn’t run from the room screaming tells me a lot.”

“You didn’t scare me, Francie. I know a trans girl from college. She started a lot later and has a dick about five inches long. It’s thin, not ... You have a clit. She has a pecker. Excuse me, but, it’s true. I’m not ... Never mind. You aren’t scaring me away. Not with that skeleton, anyway.”

“OK, then. Time for the big guns. Sally, I hate to do this, but can I count on you for your confidence from here on out. Seriously. Our welfare depends on it. If you are to know us, you need to know this, but if it gets away from us, it could really hurt our family.”

She nodded. “Miss, I already know there is something between us. We need to explore it, but anything I do to hurt you would only hurt me. Believe that. Please, believe that.”

“Cheryl, my pet, had been abused by her mother since she was old enough to crawl. Her mother died, almost a year ago now. And we saved her from ... We saved her from a lot of things but suffice to say I absconded with her, became her mistress, and made her mine, when I knew I loved her. She loves Charlie and has for a long, long, time. Twenty years, or so, from afar, that is. She is Charlie’s half-sister. They had their father in common.”

Sally put her hand to her mouth and smiled. “Now, THAT’S naughty. I understand, though, I think. At least a little. Let’s just say that when younger, Maria, my sister and I were left to our own devices a couple times too many.” She giggled, so we figured it out. “In any case, what else you got? I’m not gone yet.”

“Cheryl was hurt very, very badly, and violently, by one of her mother’s ‘monsters’, as Cheryl refers to them, and is sterile, so there is not a concern on that front. In any case, that is the band of misfits you see before you.”

“So, Charlie, what is your terrible secret. Your skeleton. You can’t possibly have nothing but tuxedos while we all have gnarly bones and overalls with holes in them.”

“Sally, I had a couple rough spots, too, but my downfall is that little girl there.” He pointed at me. “Truth be told, I fell in love with her when she was only fifteen, and I knew she had her little peenie. I still loved her. I just couldn’t do anything about it, because I was too old, and she was too smart. I’m glad I turned out wrong on both counts. She became old enough to love me back and dumb enough to take me as a husband.” I started laughing and went to the bed to slap his arm, then back to Sally. “Other than that, I’m pretty much skeleton-free. Oh, that and loving my sister to a fault. You’re basically looking at a team.”

“Wow. I guess I am. OK. I accept. I want to date you. I want to be romanced. God, how will this work. There are three of you, and only one of me. One buys the ticket, the other the soda and the third the popcorn? That’ll work. I got it figured out!!”

That got us going again. I hugged her to me. Cheryl got up and came over to hug her, too. I lifted her up and sat in the chair, but instead of backing up to me and sitting in my lap, she went to Charlie and turned around for him to unzip her. She shimmied her dress to the floor, picked it up, and went to get the other robe, hanging the dress up.

“You are a beautiful woman, Sally. Absolutely gorgeous,” Charlie told her. She was in thigh highs. Teak colored. Nice ones. They stayed up but didn’t make rings around her legs. They went very high on her legs, too, and were just ... They were just really pretty and nice. She was also wearing a thong, but it didn’t have any hems. The fabric was just flat against her skin. Wow. I’ve seen those, but never thought to try them. ‘Think again, Francie,’ I told myself.

“Thank you, Charlie. I feel pretty sometimes, but it’s hard around these two. OK, I’m back. Still want me in your lap, Miss.” I nodded, so she sat on my legs and leaned into my chest. Bigger than me, but she fit. I liked it.

We chatted about this and that and everything. Sally told us about losing her parents when they went to Mexico on an anniversary vacation, when Maria was just nineteen. It was their twentieth wedding anniversary. Somehow in her ancestral home town they got caught in a drug war and a bomb went off, killing some Big Wig drug lord and her parents in the same dining room. Seems Sally’s life is full of crap raining down from gangsters. Maria had raised her after that. She was fifteen, so it’s not like it was too awfully much work. Both parents had good jobs and there was life insurance on both, as well as the mortgage, so all was not lost when the parents were. Still, that would be a lot to handle. If anyone knew that, it would be me. I told her that.

“I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been through that. All of us in the room have lost our parents, in some way or another, but your experience seems a little more ... Never mind. It sucks. We love you, though, sweetie.” I held her to me. Charlie came over and petted her head, handing her wine glass to her.

“Thank you. Both.” She puckered at Charlie and reached out for his arm. He kissed her gently then went to the fridge for some Asti. Cheryl came over and kissed her head, then went to stretch out on the bed. Tears started rolling. I held her to me and rocked her softly. She fell asleep right there. I was comfortable, so I didn’t bother to move for a while. It was really dark when I was awakened by her getting out of my lap. She pulled her hose off, and the robe, then pulled me up and helped me with mine, pushed Cheryl over in the bed, laid down, pulled me on top of her, then the sheets, and back to sleep we went.

Morning broke with me in her arm between her and Cheryl, and Charlie with his hand on my hip, his arm over Cheryl’s.

“Pet, take care of Daddy. He’s hard. Sweetie, anything you’re allergic to, or can’t eat, or don’t like?” She shook her head.

“Wait! Eggplant. I’m iffy on eggplant.”

“Not a problem. We’ll worry about that some night when we’re out for Italian. It’s not really a breakfast thing. Silly girl.” We giggled, while my pet went to work on Charlie’s morning erection. Sally was gazing, locked on that activity while I was on the phone with Room Service. I watched her as Cheryl tongued, nibbled and sucked on Charlie’s cock. She was squirming on the bed. After the order for breakfast for four was in, I went back over to her, and rubbed her back. She was close enough to reach out and rub Cheryl’s hair between her fingers. Inches from Charlie’s shaft. Close enough to touch it if she wanted. She put her fingers on his stomach, then ran them down, opening her fingers and slipping the base of his cock between them. Cheryl kissed her knuckles with her lips while Charlie was between them and all the way into her throat.