She wasn't strutting on purpose. It was the only way she could walk in these damn spikes! But she was conscious of the roll of her ass, the stride of ...er legs, the eyes that watched her as she moved through the barroom and toward the door that was marked COWBOYS.Think "adventure" she told herself, pushing the door inward.The men's room was fairly small. There were two stalls and a couple of urinals on opposite sides. Both urinals were occupied, and Trish hesitated a moment, staring at the backs. Our lips met.He pressed his soft lips against mine and my cock became instantly hard. He moved in closer and I felt his hard dick rub against mine. Softly and gently we kissed, open mouthed, our tongues touching each other. When my hands moved to his firm little ass, he moaned softly and kissed me hard. I moved to his neck, it just seems like the thing to do and kissed and licked it softly, Tim ran his fingers though the back of my hair. As much as I wanted him to suck me, I found myself going. “She is offering you her help. I think is more easy if you say yes”, Trixie stated, as Maven thought a little, then turned to Candace to answer“Sure, let’s go”“Good ... let me just call the driver and we are out of here”, said Candace leaving to do what she was intended to. Maven, looking to Candace, smiled seeing her backside, her firm butt and round legs, saw her new friend with different eyes And she is not that badOutside, it were Candace and Maven, who waited for the limo for a few minutes. Johnson you have failed to pay your roasting tax for the last meat-girl you spit roasted on this property, you know you can not roast another meat-girl until the taxes on the last have been paid, and I also see here that your fire pit and spit are not up to A.M.A code" the meat agent said walking over to Jessica with a knife in his hands, Jessica was afraid he would slit her throat killing her, witch is what is normally done to confiscated meat-girls, moving closer he cut the ropes that bound.