Dot's attractions put us on the map, bringing in people from several states. Mom turned Dot’s into the place to go for all your “needs". Not man... girls get to grow up in a bar. I’ve heard every dirty joke and I’ve witnessed life at its happiest and its worst. I knew who was sleeping with who and who was impotent. I knew who the real dads were to kids I went to school with. I knew who the sluts were 30 years ago and now sit on the front row of church every Sunday. I always identified myself. I was not sure if I could do it. As I did I thought back on those times and I got pretty horny. I think that is what Jeff was hoping for.When Jeff and I first got married I enjoyed having sex but as time went by he just wanted to try more and more things he had seen in porn movies. Some of it was okay but some things were just too nasty. I would do some things but not all that he wanted I did not like the taste of cum and would not sallow which I think bothered him. He tried to get me to do. Then the rest of the day would be spent either huddled in one spot or moving to avoid trouble. During feeding time, one of the parents, usually the father, would be in charge of getting food.For those without children, their time was spent prowling, searching for useful tools or materials, maybe food, possibly information, or staying glued to one spot, simply waiting out the nightmare. There wasn’t really any entertainment, outside of games like charades, but people were rarely in the mood to. The poor kid, he thought; she had said she hadn't been able to sleep at all for the last three nights. He put it down to bridal nerves, just as he put down her coldness and reluctance to participate in the sex act to nerves. She had slept the sleep of the dead on the five-hour flight over -- not even waking for supper.Gently, he reached out and shook her awake. "Sue, we're here."She came awake slowly, her mind swimming reluctantly to the surface of consciousness. Then she remembered and.