The bartender stared at me without saying a word. The smell of testosterone, gasoline, and stale sweat filled the air. I realized that the bartender w...s challenging me with his silence."What you got on draft?" I avoided sounding either butch or submissive. I made it as neutral as I could."Well, we ain't got no lite beer," he said smiling at me."That ain't what I asked, now is it?" I asked."You a cop?" he asked without making a move to get my beer."I was once. I was also a democrat once," I said. As I pressed in steadily with the dildo, her tight little shit hole gave way. My dick still buried to the hilt, her ass began to expand further, and further until it was finally accepting the dildo as well; her asshole had no choice. At this point, I felt Lauren physically protest. One of her hands flew down from around my neck, and back under her butt. She was trying to stop my hand that was holding the dildo. As her as opened, she desperately flicked and slapped and my hand, trying to stop it. How does it work?" How's this sound?" she began. "Mary and I put up the stock and the $250 million apiece we offered yesterday. Okay?" What do we put up?" Mark countered. "Our lives?" You put up the money you have in the bank and in securities. Okay?" Do you know what you're asking? Mike and I probably have less than $20,000 between us. And that's all we put up against the company and $500 million?" That's all," Ann agreed. Then she grinned and added, "Mary and I thought we might have. I walked over to the back rack and he eased up behind me. I could feel his hot breathe against my neck and could feel his hot sweaty body press against mine. He whispered into my ear, "I love men in dress pants and a dress shirt". I just moaned as he pressed his body harder against mine. He started to kiss and lick my neck telling me how much he wanted me. I had never been so turned on in my entire life. My cock was rock hard and my boxers and thin dress pants did nothing to hide the bulge. I.