Underhis arm, clutched tightly to his side, was a paper parcel, tied withtwine."Is that it?" I said, without preamble. Neither of us had time for then...ceties."Yes," said the Armenian, glancing nervously at the dozen or so men Ihad in the warehouse."Let me see it," I said, holding my hand out. He passed the package tome and I tore off the wrapping.The mace was everything he had said it was. Heavy, and encrusted withprecious stones, there were words in some language I did not recognize,cast into. I was no expert for deep throating but I was learning on the job, so to speak. To do so I had to lean forward to give Buddy's cock as easy access as possible. It was little bit hard due him thrusting his cock with force against my face. Not to mention the gag reflex which I luckily got hang on quite quickly. The sight was even more bizarre now than before, my own dog was now pistoning in and out from my mouth while I could do nothing else than stare his cock in shock. Tears of shame was rolling. Perfect accompaniment to the mix of strong flavors the stew and the salad presented.The entertainment was a couple, Mark and Toy. Mark played the Cuesta and Toy the Guitar. They were proficient, and both had pleasant, if unremarkable voices, and the songs they did had been arranged to suit their particular strengths. There were several songs that were obvious local favorites, and evoked a bit of participation from the diners, but like us, most of the folks eating at the inn that night were. “I’ve never missed yet. I’ve got the rest of the weekend!” Jack was delighted to take Norma’s money.“Not so fast.” Norma added. “Let’s make this interesting. You have to pick up the next waitress you set eyes on. Young, old, pretty, ugly, married, single it doesn’t matter. Plus, I get to watch so you can’t screw me on the bet.”Across the street was the last restaurant in the town; a small, run-down coffee shop.Jack’s face fell as he entered; there was the geekiest, nerdiest young girl he had.