Sally's got this

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Royce, I can accommodate you," Sally Walker said with a smile, holding up a towel. "I had a feeling something would be going on before we got here, so we came prepared." Sally walked over to the couch.

"That's Sally, always prepared," Veevee said fondly. "While Hank and I pride ourselves on being ready for anything, sometimes...I can forget little things."

"The stories we could tell," Sally teased. Sally quirked an eyebrow when she got a close-up look of Billy. "Well helloooo, Rock Star. I can see why the girls are all gaga over you."

"Trust me, Sally, the hype doesn't do him justice," Veevee said knowingly.

"Stop, you're going to make me blush," Billy said, trying to be humble.

"Seriously, Sally, you know me. By far the best musician I've ever been with," Veevee extolled.

"Really? That's high praise coming from you, Veevee." She gave an admiring look toward Billy Royce's cock at half-mast. She grinned and indicated the towel. "May I?"

"By all means, Ms. Walker," Billy encouraged.

Sally knelt down, took the towel in hand, and proceeded to slowly wipe his cock. Billy moaned at the contact, his cock coming back to life under Sally's ministrations.

"Good lord," Jim gasped when he saw the young man's erection start rising once more. "He's bigger than Hank!"

"And he knows how to use it," Veevee cooed.

Sandy for her part was transfixed once more, breathing heavily as her eyes never left Billy's cock. "I...I heard rumors, but...I thought it was just...you know...gossip."

"I remember some photographer took a picture of me in some snug jeans and later accused me of stuffing my pants," Billy said with a chuckle. He sighed. "That's very good, Ms. Walker."

"Sally, please," she insisted, stroking him through the towel. "I imagine we'll all be on a first name basis by the time this is done." She grinned triumphantly when she finished, seeing his cock was clean and now standing proudly erect once more.

"Nice recovery time. I'd say you're in Jim's league, Billy," Veevee said in admiration. "I'd be happy to go again, but I think I'd rather watch. Who wants to make it with a rock star?"

"I'm good to go," Billy assured them.