And before I could look back at the bartender she had walked away to help another customer leaving me there now horny, and even more upset thinking sh... was JUST fucking with me!!Under my breath now I was cursing her and all women. I was so fed up as I guzzled down my beer and before I could say a word a fresh one was set before me!! I am not the type of guy to cause a scene mind you, but I was mentally thinking bad things about her and literally in my head I was like "Hey what the fuck are you. ‘You’re funny. Seriously though, it’s tradition to have a little drink of alcohol before you get up there. Helps with the nerves.’ ‘I guess so…but I’m not…’ Cassie turned to the bartender. ‘One G&T for me and one vodka cranberry for my awesome friend.’ Her skin tried to flee her body. Her brown eyes widened. ‘Vodka?!’ ‘Relax, it’s not like I’m giving you a bottle. It’ll be just a little bit,’ Cassie assured her. ‘You sure?’ ‘Yes! Trust me on this one…’ Cassie found a concerned but not. He barely understood this enthusiasm for "tucking." The women had saidsomething about "smooth lines" and "improved comportment." But thisseemed mostly nonsense to him, and he put "tucking" down as yet anotherbizarre torture, another of which he'd never breathe a word to hisfriend Dale, or anyone for that matter.His scented bubble bath was ready. Trudy sponged him like he was a baby.She cheerily restated her joy at him still remaining "tucked" after his"lovely morning soak."What followed was the. I wriggle my hips, trying to get free, but you were too strong. Harder and harder. After a while, it didn't hurt so much. It was almost a nice feeling. You kept plunging your cock in and out, in and out, in and out. Then you groaned loudly. ””Steve.. I could feel your hot cum squirting inside me. You pulled your cock out of my soaking pussy, shoot the second half of your cum over my tight belly and tiny tits. Then you plunged your cock into me again, all the way, pumping the last drops of your.