She's my wife. I really need to get in there." Oh wow. Yeah man, that bill should work."I moved to the door quickly and inserted the bill, all the whi...e hearing a slight moan I was very familiar with on the other side -- my wife was getting very turned on!I almost cried out as the bill came spitting back out of the machine. I shoved it in again, hands shaking with nerves and frustration. It came out again!"It's not working!" Seriously? Man, we really gotta get that reader fixed..." his eyes. "{{What is she complaining about now?}} Damien tilted his head in confusion.{{Oh same-O-same-O, }} Hotdog told them. {I think its time that Miss Veronica Lodge gets a lesson she won't soon forget.}Hotdog pulled his cock away from her face and went around to her rear.{{You guys want another round with her, }} Hotdog asked his pals.{{Uh!?}} Goliath asked quizzically. {{What do you mean?}}{{He means another fuck, }} Damien growled. {{You dumb mutt.}}{{Oh! Yeah sure Hotdog, }} Goliath finally. I started to actually push Ron towards the patio door and the house. He let me push and backed towards the door, he stepped inside. ‘Now Ron cool it. If you can’t act in a civilised manner in my brother’s house leave.’ I immediately regretted that, but as upset as I was I did not apologize. I should have gone in the house with him. As soon as he was inside I turned back to go give a piece of my mind to this idiot Henry. On the way back to where Henry was one of the women said that I had been. Yet all she does is complain, what a brat."At the next table over, the woman was seriously regretting her decisionto sit here. These men were sexist pigs, and unless she wanted to leave,she had no choice but to listen to them."Hi there, looks like you're all here. Anything I can get you?" BeforeGreg could start ranting about his secretary's demands, a waitressapproached the trio.Greg took the initiative. "What's the oldest whiskey you have here?"The young woman blinked. "Umm, the oldest? Sorry,.