”“The bar sounds good. Maybe something to eat later.”Steele gave Bufford a salute. Not the crisp one used in the military, but a casual, friendl... one. Both the restaurant and bar had a street entrance as well as an entrance from the lobby. The restaurant was on the left. The bar on the right.Steele strolled into the bar. A hush fell over the room and all eyes settled on him. A bartender stood behind the bar. The man sitting on a bar stool twisted around to look at Steele. Two men sat at a table. I could tell she was about to cum, but it wasn’t time. I removed my hand from between her dripping wet lips and positioned my mouth over her hot, soaking pussy. I started sucking, licking and pulling her clit and lips with all the force my mouth could make. She writhed, thrust, and almost screamed as her orgasm drenched my face. I stood back off the bed, once again grabbing her hair and fucking her face. I drenched two of my fingers in her juices and started circling her rear hole. She pushed. We're both to blame. But it happened. We can't pretend it didn't." Tim looked up."I know, Mom. I..." He looked Molly directly in the eyes for the first time since getting out of bed. "Mom ... have you been crying?" Her puffy, red eyes told the story better than her words could. She nodded her head."Just a little ... an hour at the most." Mom ... I'm so sorry." I know. I'm sorry too. We both have good reason to be sorry." Molly paused with thought. "Tim, why did this happen? I mean, I remember. It has served me well in the business world, as well as my personal life."Oh, Chris. What're we gonna do with her?" my wife asked of me, after sending our houseguest off to bed.I just smiled and, kidding, suggested that we should tie her up and beat her into submission. My wife's face lit up like a Christmas tree. And the scary thing was, I liked the idea of it, too.Amber, my wife, decided the next day to fix up two of the bedrooms in the guesthouse.In one room, she put chains and shackles and.