I'm heading for the front door. We may have a quick change of plans, so be alert."I ran to the front door of the saloon and kneeled down so that I cou...d see under the butterfly doors. The bartender stooped down and came back up with a shotgun. He didn't even get fully straightened up before he was hit by bullets from the guns of the men standing at the bar. With that many bullets from that close range, the bartender had to be dead.The crooks started walking toward the front door, and I let them. "Stick a finger up my asshole, honey! It really sends me!"Debby was surprised at the boy's request, but she didn't hesitate to shove a hand under his crotch and ass and to probe a finger between his asscheeks. His asscrack was sweaty and hot, and when she found his pucker it twitched against the tip of her finger. Cautiously, she started working her finger into the pucker, and once she'd inserted an inch of finger the boy's asshole relaxed and sucked the rest of her finger in like a hungry. " She laughs, and drinks her drink. "Good. I can't resist a man with a generous wallet." Her laugh sends tingles down his spine; it's mischievous and inviting, but so seemingly innocent he questions the validity of her claim. "Ah, so you like rich men?"Again she laughs, "I'm just kidding. As long as you're good in bed, I don't care about the condition of your wallet."Now his dick is really taking notice of the petite nympho. "Another round for the lady and myself," he ask the bartender.The. According to Prof. Sawyer, all they'd need is a half hour.30 minutes later, Christine was more convinced than ever that Krusty the Klown was the greatest supporting character in the history of television. Christine and Lisa finished their Diet Coke's and made sure to clean up. There was no hurry, after all. Once everything was spic and span, the two went back upstairs.But for the soothing hiss of the control sphere on the speakers, the house was silent. They glanced into the kitchen and though.