But he pushed the drink back; he needed to be sober for the meeting.She shrugged and took the drink herself and wiped her mouth in a way that didn’t...smear her painted lips. “What of you, Vix? What do you really want? And before you tell me an untruth let me bring forth some points of interest.”“Please do.” Vix leaned back in his chair, interested.“You don’t want to force peace even though you can. You seem to be the most mild-mannered, well-spoken monster I have ever met and ever will meet but. Stay neat and clean,” I intimated.“You’re Militia?” she asked me now with surprise.“Butterbar,” I winked at her.“Butterbar? Is that your surname or nickname?” she teased me.“It’s a euphemism for my rank. Second Lieutenant Ralph H. Walker, Militia Nursing Corps. We’re called ‘butterbars’ because we have a single gold bar instead of a single silver one, such as the first lieutenants have. I just finished my tour of duty in North Carolina. Winston-Salem, Raleigh theaters,” I explained, even as she. She told me she loved being a Super-Slut again and planned to do more videos until she was too old and withered to be attractive to anybody.” She pointed at the screen, “Oh, look, Mark has moved to fuck Vanessa, and the other man is doing Brita ... or rather she’s doing him.”As we watched the DVD, Melanie pulled off the remainder of her clothes, and squatted over Deke’s hard cock that she’d been playing with up to that point. The shaft pointed at the ceiling until she slithered her tight little. Have you ever felt a real big dick stretching your tight pussy Dana?" I bet you'd scream and beg for more once you feel it. The dance ended and we separated. I was about to walk away when he said, "Dana! you ever get the craving to find out what ten inches of thick black dick feels like, just let me know. I got a motor home out back that has a real nice bed in it." "By the way, thank you for the dances, if you feel like dancing some more, give me a wave, or if any of your friends would like to.