–9:00 p.m. Saturday 7:00 a.m.-7:00 p.m. Closed Sundays. I glanced down at the headlines on the newspaper in the paper box by the door. “Seattle mo...es to forefront in battle to save lives.” “Loyalists seize Iraqi TV station.”I stared at the paper for several minutes trying to figure out what was out of place. The huge words at the top of the newspaper finally sank in—Sunday Edition.When did it become Sunday? Friday night Riley and I had talked late into the night and she fell asleep crying in my. He could see everything from here. A pocket-handkerchief size dance floor with a motley crew of dancers, some were dancing as couples, some to the music and others to a beat in their own head. Further over in the back corner three bull dykes were doing their up most to get four girlie girls drunk. The main bulk of the area surrounding the dance floor comprised of tables reasonably filled with limp wristed doe eyed doughnut punchers, these in turn were in all stages of openly staring to covertly. "So hot. And so much of it. You're not only longer and thicker, you've quite a lot else I require, my lusty young servant. Give me every drop, you rascal."It wasn't until she had gotten him to deposit his third load in her that day, that he finally figured out her threats about him impregnating her, were actually a reflection of her desire to be impregnated.By then, his penis was as limp as a noodle, and every drop his balls had struggled to produce had been delivered in terror."A footman you. "We could learn things together." Her face brightened. "First, I'll groom you. You want to look pretty for the show tomorrow, too, right?"Tiny bobbed his head and pressed his nose against Patti's cheek.Patti unhooked the gate and let her pony out of his stall. She scratched his rump. "Be good, Tiny, and maybe I'll let you eat my cunt." She was becoming excited all over again.Patti got the hard brush from the rack on the wall. Slowly, her mind drifted to yesterday and Blazer's long cock ramming.