"The bar area was comfortable and cool. I ordered a beer and relaxed in acorner where I could observe the other guests. I noticed a counter offto one ...ide that had a sign on the front that read "Oral Services". Outof curiosity I ambled over. The counter was "U" shaped and elbow high.On top was a button that read "Push for Service." I pushed the buttonand there was a whir and the sound of something rising up from below. Tomy surprise a head encased in rubber rose up out of the depths levelwith. He looked on the counter and saw a note from his Auntie. She had scribbled that he could take this money, ten dollars, and go buy a pizza. Shortcake smiled and went to get dressed.Shortcake emerged from the public housing unit in a yellow graphic tank top, light-wash denim shorts that flattered his corpulent patootie, and navy slip-on sneakers. He pressed the button for the elevator and rode down.Shortcake ventured into the courtyard with his juicy ass swaying. Monty, Moe, Rocco, and Rocky were. No makeup or girly accessories, but she didn’t need them to be utterly desirable to me.I took off her shoe, then the other. I sat opposite her and massaged her small feet, watching her expressions change as my fingers tried different strategies.I’d never noticed feet before; I thought they were for walking, running, and kicking. Joan’s feet had another function; they were sexy.As I worked on one, the other went to my groin.She laughed kindly; “Hard already are we?” she said, her nipples. It was an act of communication. More than that, it was a connection between the witch who?d sent it and the Slayer who followed it. As Buffy alternated between sprinting and walking, she concentrated upon this incandescent sphere, which was her only link to her friend. She vowed anew to herself that she would rescue Willow, no matter how great the cost, and she knew that the cost might be much higher than her having allowed Giles to fuck her in the ass in order to make Anya?s inter-dimensional.