"Exactly what I..." Travis glanced about the bar, at all the people around, from the bartender, right down to Michael and Stephanie's sister. Speaking about something like... that was hard enough privately, within earshot of others... Of course, that was only half the problem. The fact of the matter was Travis had very little idea of what to say. Any of his desires sounded so... crude to actually speak, though compared to half the info that Michael spoke of, would likely be laughable. "I'm not really sure what I wa-" Travis cut himself off, thinking that didn't sound right still all. "Maybe, we could go upstairs?" He suggested. At least there, he'd have some privacy. It was hardly the answer she was likely looking for, however, and he knew it. "Could you... You know... Take the lead?" While he wasn't quite sure what to ask for himself, he was enjoying listening to what she had to say. Ever since she had mentioned it, he could barely keep his eyes off her hips, secretly desperate to take the place of he bar stool.<br/><br/>"Sounds like you're..." Michael cult himself off with a groan as Dawn's grip on him tightened, letting out a deep breath with each brush of her palm that brought him closer and closer to the edge. Wrapping both arms around her, Michael gripped Dawn's ass tightly, pulling himself in, pushing past her hand until his throbbing member was pressed tightly her engorged petals. The scene was enough to draw more than a few glances from tavern patrons. As Dawn soaked his bulge thoroughly, she could feel every aching throb and twitch as Michael tried to hold back. "Sounds like you're volunteering for clean up..." Michael finally managed to get out with a moan as his hips twisted against hers.