I dragged her in and we had a normal night out, except I could occasionally feel the guy-with-the-eyes staring at me (I have this habit of calling peo...le nicknames before I find out their real names). At about 3 in the morning, Brent cleared out the bar. There were only me, Hazel and the guy-with-the-eyes. Suddenly, it came to me. ‘Chase,’ I whispered. ‘Shaddup,’ he mumbled, his face flat against the bar. Brent poked Chase gingerly with one of those cocktail-umbrella-toothpick-thingies and. There were two more pieces of gum left in the pack. I wondered what they would say. I wondered if my panties would withstand whatever they said. Clamping my legs together, I reached for the next piece. I want to be so deep inside you that we become one when we cum. I bit my hand. I didn’t draw blood, but I came pretty darn close. My pussy had a mind of its own, fluttering in a huge orgasm and spreading wetness through my panties and my blue jeans. I knew I’d have a wet spot now. I only hoped. In another three hours, Abby’s body was aching so bad, she could hardly stand it. Another hour passed and her body started to shake; and the pain was getting unbearable. The pretty blonde cop crawled to the door and knocked on it with her small fist. She waited, but no response, she knocked again, but still no response.“I’LL DO IT! I’LL DO IT! I’ll do what you want! Just give me my damn medication,” Abby cried.In a couple of minutes, the door opened, in walked two men. They were both dressed in. Mr. Roma was used to ladies pleasing him. Even his old secretary Agatha, blew him when he needed his dick sucked. She was an old bag but always lifted her skirt up for a little afternoon nookie. Agatha was a good lay, but she was older than he was used to. Mr. Roma liked the young sluts that liked old men and their big pockets.Lisa came back into the room. She looked great in her outfit. She wore a blue suit with a white blouse. She had on stockings and nice pumps. Mr. Roma wanted to.