I'm not sure... we, uh... haven't even had a second date yet." "But you're going to?" Brad pressed. Irritation began to build within her. "Well, he ha...n't really asked yet." "But, I'm sure he will, and you... I imagine you'll say yes?" Brad hammered between mouthfuls of cereal. "I think probably... yes," Ashley said, hoping Brad's questions were at an end. "So how long then?" he questioned again. Ashley snapped, "I'm not sure that's any of your business," Brad realized he had gone too far.. "Am I in some sort of....trouble?" I asked curiously. "No, not at all," he said slowly. He looked me up and down and I just stood there smiling. "Well, am I failing?" I asked, biting my lip. I looked down at his pants and saw a small bulge growing. I knew his mind was somewhere else. "No. You are one of my brightest students. I...I really just enjoy having you in class. Your essays are always on point and...and..." he stuttered off into silence as I shushed him. "I think I know what you want. Dot's Bar & Grill, that’s where I grew up. When Dot inherited the bar from my grandfather she used it as a great excuse to get rid of my deadbeat dad. He wasn’t going to live out in the country running a bar 24/7. Granddad renamed it Dot's after the birth of his daughter in 1955. Wasn’t a big deal, just a little black paint above “Bar & Grill”. Dot's is in Southeast Missouri and sits between two small towns about 15 miles in each direction. We have the same clientele night after night.. We shook hands and introduced ourselves. Marcus then went on to explain that Samuel enjoyed watching gangbang films and my sisters would be required to do 1 a week and they would be paid well. The girls were also to please him and do his bidding as required. We were then told to follow Samuel as he wanted to show us his place.We got into his chauffeured driven limousine and sat facing him. Along the journey, he asked us some personal questions and told me that it was fine with me tagging along..