I nodded, made a move towards Ashley-Marie and felt Debbie's hand back on my shoulder."Crawl, slut," she said.I dropped to my knees in front of the ro...mful of people. They grew quiet as an expectant hush passed from one girl to the next. They formed a loose circle around Ashley-Marie who was still smiling. "Come on, bitch. You know you want it." It seemed as if she looked past me at Debbie and I wondered if my wife had put her up to this. Maybe. Did it matter? I looked for Leon. Was he going to. The first touch of lips, timidly waiting for that moment to share something so personal and so beautiful. Even though it was a warm evening, she shivered with the anticipation of that first kiss. She was not prepared for how much her life was about to change. How much she had longed for this moment in her life. That moment, that kiss, marked the beginning of many more shared moments, It was the beginning of a lifetime of waiting to explore a part of her sexuality that she never could have. . returning hours later, smelling foul and used, exhausted and obviously spent. It was tearing him apart.Karry had called me because she did not know what to do - dad refused to leave his home, leave his wife... even now!Mother's shoulders trembled as she sobbed as a response. I felt no pity. Her well manicured hands, with long painted red nails, came up to hide her face. Dad's hard work paid for those nails, the hours of sitting in a spa! "Look at me when I talk to you mother!" I spoke in a. Tucked away below street level in a quiet part of town. We had a select and regular patronage that made it very profitable. It got busy around 6pm when the guys left their offices and stopped by for a few relaxing drinks before going home to their loving wives and families for dinner. Some stayed much longer than was good for them, moving onto some of the exotic, highly alcaholic, and fucking expensive cocktails, for which the bar had become famous. By 6.30pm. it was quite usual to have 100.