I worked my ass off in Nevada and got done in eleven days. After a little recreational gambling, I flew back to Phoenix's Sky Harbor Airport and went straight to bed.

The following day, I called June, and she told me everything. I told her to save it until dinner tonight. June told me tonight was not good because her dress was being altered, and she had a late hair appointment. I told her I would pick her up on Wednesday at seven and arrive on time.

"I missed you," replied June.

"I missed you too."

I pulled up to June's place about ten minutes early the following evening. I knocked on the door, awaiting to see June.

"Come on in; I'll be ready in a minute."

June came into the room and was dressed to the "nines." She wore a silver-gray dress just above the knee, smoke-gray stockings, and her black stilettos. To accent the outfit, June had a black shawl to cover her shoulders, the sixty-six-carat black onyx pendant on a thirty-three-inch thick silver necklace with the matching earrings I had given her.

I said, "Skip dinner; you look good enough to eat right now."

June replied, "Relax, I hope so later. Now, it is time for dinner."

We got into the Vette, and she began to fill me in on her sexual activities. June said the local's only place was awful. She made the mistake of going there on a tequila-tasting night. June said she went and sat at the bar in a Western-style outfit. The patrons were stinking drunk. She got molested, pinched, foul-mouthed, and goosed, and one guy grabbed her tit. She threw her wine in his face. It was the most extended two hours in history.

The national franchise place was a little better. June went there at happy hour and ordered a white wine and appetizer. She was dressed like a female business executive who was traveling through Phoenix. June told me she was there about half an hour before some drunken business person hit on her. She said, "Not for all the money in the world." He got obnoxious. The bartender protected her and threw the drunk out. June thanked him and left when her two-hour time limit expired.

We pulled into the Gilbert Mexican Restaurant and went inside. June found out I was there earlier and bribed a few people for the perfect table. We were shown to the quiet, hidden corner table. June sat in the concealed seat, and I sat in the one closest to the public. The busboy arrived with chips and ice water. Our waiter came over with menus and our drink order. I ordered us a pitcher of frozen Mango Margaritas.

June said, "You are trying to get me drunk so that you can ravage me."

"Yes, hope so!"

June said to me, " I have two gifts for you. Here is the first one."

She opened her shawl and exposed the front of her dress. The silver dress was cut wide open down past her breasts, exposing the sides of those beautiful tits. I almost instantly blew my nuts at the table.

I said, "Where did you get that dress? That is a real show-stopper!"

June responded, "It's in the back of my closet. It is an old bridesmaid dress that I altered and redone. Matthew quit drooling and put your tongue back in your mouth."

Then, she handed me a small box. I opened it and got a vast, evil smile on my face. It was the remote control for the vibrating panties. I hit the button, and a wicked smile came over June's face. We were so engrossed with each other that we forgot the margaritas and the food order. She was about to cum.

The waiter came back to our table and got a bird's eye view of June's dress and her juicy tits. His face lit up like a Christmas tree. He served our drinks, and we both ordered Baja Shrimp.

June said, "Warn me next time he comes. I'll cover up. She got another jolt through her body."

"It is the biggest thrill that guy had in months. He'll go home after work and think about you and what he saw. It is all part of your education. By the way, what about your third solo night?"

June smiled wickedly and said, "Scottsdale was an experience that I will never forget, and when I tell you details, you will never forget. Matthew, you will have a private mental video for the rest of your life.

"Scottsdale was completely different, and I always thought of you and your lessons. I hope I accomplished what you wanted."