Not the crisp one used in the military, but a casual, friendly one. Both the restaurant and bar had a street entrance as well as an entrance from the ...obby. The restaurant was on the left. The bar on the right.Steele strolled into the bar. A hush fell over the room and all eyes settled on him. A bartender stood behind the bar. The man sitting on a bar stool twisted around to look at Steele. Two men sat at a table on the right. The bar was small and, like his room, looked like it belonged in the. The next hits me right on the tongue. I'm moaning uncontrollably as it seems like an endless shots of cum were hitting my face. They finally begin to stop and I wrap my lips around his cock again. sucking out all I can. I swallow immediately and use his cock to scoop whatever is on my face into my mouth."Oh god! I was saving that load for weeks!" he says "Your a lucky slut, you are" Thank you sir, yes I am" I say while kissing and licking his softening dick. "Thank you..mmm..thank you"He pulls. ..he'll....man I don'twant to go there....but...I might have to if it means she'll finally freeme. Once I get out of this damn chastity I can get my life backbut....damn at what cost?"The table cloth was white cotton with a pink boarder and his stomachchurned as he spread it on the table. He placed the pink crystal rosecandle holder in the center and pressed the white vanilla scentedcandle in the hole. Finding the package with the matching cottonnapkins he carefully folded then put two out. He had originally planned to drive back into town, but frankly, he was afraid to. After his dad's death, he'd found himself plagued by random dizzy spells. They were infrequent, but strong enough that he didn't trust himself behind the wheel of a car. When his Aunt Sandy asked why he wasn't driving, he lied, saying it was because of his dad's accident. He normally wasn't one to lie about such things, especially to Sandy, but for some reason he never felt comfortable talking to anybody about his.