That's it... You know your fucking place, slut..." He groans, obviously enjoying this experience. "Keep going... Hmmmm yeah... Tongue my fucking hole....."Finally, after a while, he stops her by moving his ass forward a few inches from her face. She licks her lips, clearly she herself enjoyed the taste.He then pushes his ass back into her face, only this time he rubs his asshole directly around her face from her nose to her forehead and back down to her mouth."I don't want your spit all over my. As soon as we get in range of this and other stations, the pilots draw their vouchers and head out. All of the money houses will honor our vouchers, so there are no worries there. Most of them will spend some time with their families. If they have any. The others will drink their pay away. When their money runs out, they sign on to the next ship headed out.”“Seems an inefficient way to do things.”“Maybe, Sir, but that’s the way they want it. The way it’s always been done.”I sat back and thought. "Thanksh, man." The employee just nods, and points the man to the restroom. Once the drunk patron is in the room, and out of his problem, the employee lets the general manager know that he is going on a short break, and sets outside.After a quick walk to the back of the bar, the employee drops his facade. He stretches slowly, groaning with pleasure. In this space, between the dumpster and the rusty roof access, he can feel free. He pulls out his phone to answer a few texts that he had received,. He hated guns, and had never wanted one in the house. But after several burglaries in the neighborhood Susan had insisted that they needed some kind of protection.The gun wasn't loaded, on purpose, so he had to dig around in the closet for the box of ammunition he kept there, then he quickly loaded the gun. He waited a few minutes more, and then crept back across the house to the hall leading to his daughters' rooms. He noticed that there was a light shining under the door to Sandy's room, so.