The light turned green, and I drove past Taboo and turned around the block, parking my car in front of a butcher shop. Its sterile white fluorescent l...ghts were just bordering unpleasant, and it didn’t get many customers, but it was mine all the same. Still, I was rethinking the idea of the store. Was it odd to have a twenty-four-hour butcher shop?“Hey Tony,” I said as I entered.The rotund and gruff fifty-year-old Italian behind the counter tipped his chin up at me. “Evening, Miss R. What’ll it. . She’s brilliant, isn’t she?” We don’t argue, the pictures are all very accurate.Into the bar, Nick turns the lights on and the whole room is lit up ... Madeline walks to the middle of the floor, turns to face us and holds her arms out as if to say, ‘Here we are!”Nick points to where she’s standing. “I fell in love with her right on that spot ... We’ve got a bit of a tradition here, like an initiation. Our bar manager is a lesbian and an exhibitionist, and part of her bonus is that she gets to. My hands wander to your pyjama belt and in a smooth motion I begin to slide them down. Now, heart pounding you are unable to resist and lift your tight little bum up to allow me to slip them off. The pace increases as your bum hits the chair and you feel my hands pulling your pelvis towards my wanting mouth. My cleanly shaven face slides smoothly towards your warmth as my tongue delves deep inside. An approving moan slips from your lips as my tongue slips higher and darts across your clit. . I wake up the following morning at 8am, still wrapped in Sarah's arms,neither of us wanting to leave the warm, loving embrace."Hey, gorgeous," I whisper in Sarah's ear, prompting a moan of contentfrom her slumbering form."Hey," Sarah whispers, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "I don'twanna get up today..." Me too," I sigh. "Reckon we'd get away with skipping the party and justspending all day in bed instead?" I doubt we'd get away with skipping BREAKFAST and spending all morningin bed,".