There was always something like a wet T-shirt contest showing on the TVs hung around the bar, and I was already stiff in my pants seeing that before I...saw Her behind the bar. I’m not k**ding, I went boss-eyed ogling Her lovely big tits, and my eyes glazed as in a few seconds She made me soak my underpants with perv-cum, my head nodding in time to the shots of spunk, and I could see out the corner of my eye She was looking at me, maybe wondering ‘is he doing what I think he’s doing?’ She didn’t. ‘I’m not offering instruction in the art of Karate here, I’m only teaching them how to survive an attack long enough to escape and call for help, there’s a huge difference.’ He threw his hands up in surrender and said, ‘I’ll to defer to your expertise, by the way where’s lunch? I guess I’m buying.’ I grabbed the bag of padding and the rest of my accouterments and playfully pushed him toward the door saying, ‘Damn right you are! How about Italian? I know a nice place that’s not too far.’ I. Jason swilled the remaining liquor around in his glass, marvelling at the almost oily way it clung momentarily to the side before falling back to join the bulk spinning around at the bottom of the glass.Her glass remained untouched.Jason half turned and placed the glass on the low Maplewood table. The grain of the timber was light, similar to beech or ash, but someone had taken the time to highlight the wavering lines with a fine brush and a coloured lacquer. The effect desired or otherwise,. I told my new slave to stick her tongue out. As she did it, I took a picture and then told her to start eating her other breakfast. She looked at me like she did not want to. I said: “Do it now or you will be punished if you don’t obey me.” She said: “yes, sir” and started to eat her first pussy. She started to moan. I told my new slave that she needed to do a good job for her first time. I told her to stop, which she did. Once she stopped, my slave said: “why did you stop, sir? Please keep.