I handed him my check and driver's license. He asked, "You a member here?" Nope. Never felt the need."He asked another one. "You a vet?"I replied, "Ye.... Army, back before Desert Storm. I never made it overseas so the VFW won't touch me." Gimme a check for fifty bucks and you're a member. It's because the drawing is only open to post members."Hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. I wrote out another check and handed it over. He grinned and shook my hand. "Welcome to the post. We'd appreciate it. “Hello Tina,” Mr. Foreman said. “Mr. Foreman, what are you doing here, I'm naked,” I replied as I turned my back to him. “I know, you wanted to talk, so here I am,” Mr. Foreman said. “Yeah, preferably in your office or anywhere else where everyone is clothed,” I replied. “I know, but I'm here now, so what did you wanna talk about?” Mr. Foreman asked. Of course I felt a little self conscious, but on the other hand I really wanted to talk to him though, so I went with it. “I wanted to talk to you. She shuddered I flicked it again and another shudder. I let out an assault on that clit and she came all over my face. My tongue went into overdrive trying to lick up the juices. They tasted better than honey. Sweeter than molasses. I loved the taste. After her orgasm she turned her attention back to my cock again. Alternating blowing on it and deep throating it. She knew I wasn't going to last long and she asked me to go ahead and fill her belly with my cum. I shot a spurt into her mouth and. The musky odor of Carlos' cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her more. It had a rich, suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her.It seemed an eternity since she had last looked at the stage but it was only moments. The sweet, pungent hashish had warped her time sense. The girl on the bed writhed more lasciviously now as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture on the bedside table and both.