" We drove down Broadway and parked our SUV in a convenient lot. We decided to start the night at the Wild Horse Saloon. We walked the few blocks and ...aid our cover charge to a bouncer who seemed to have an attitude, and we went in. The Wild Horse is a huge bar, grille and western dance destination. We found a table next to the dance floor and ordered martinis from our cowgirl waitress . The waitress was wearing tight short-shorts, seamed stockings and a gaping t-shirt. The dance floor was. These girls although appearing innocent and sweet were nothing more than little partiers with recreational drug habits. Francine was the worst. She was attempting to smuggle some cocaine out of the country. She had it hidden in her shoe. Only a gram. She was not a professional liar by any means. She was nervous and giggly. She would be caught. As they approached the airport Amy asked her if she was going to try to get it through security. She told her she was. The bag check-in went smoothly.. I can take over whenever.”Ashley gave one last lick from the base of my shaft to the tip. “Come for me and my sister, baby,” she cooed. I took my cock in my hand and began to stroke it, uses her spit as lubricant. “Hey Brian,” Madison said softly, “it’s okay if some of it misses my mouth. I haven’t had a facial in forever so, y’know, I wouldn’t complain.” “Noted,” I said, giving her a wink. Madison smiled at me. I fully intended to paint her face with my cum. Ashley sat down on her butt and. Her eyes were puffy, where she had been crying, but I could see both love and pain in her eyes.I never saw it coming.Mindy, who is left-handed, put every ounce of her anger-driven 95-pounds into a slap that nearly knocked me off my chair.Both Tom and Jennifer cried out, “Mindy!” I don’t know if they thought I would retaliate or what, but you could hear the fear in their voices.And they were probably quite right to have those fears. Tom, as a former Marine officer probably knew best what kind of.