At the same time, Steve moaned hungrily into her ear as his middle finger rubbed the line between the little girl's netherlips, the obvious wetness ob...iously pleasing him. "Mm, mm, mmm! Fuck man! I gotta have this little bitch!" he laughed, Becky letting out a muffled protest as she felt Steve's middle finger press up inside of her without warning, the way surprisingly easy until the digit hit the barrier of the teenager's hymen, "Fuck! Max Man! This chicks a virgin!"Max broke the kiss. It was a slow night at the bar, only a few tables full and, with one exception, the usual beer-and-a-shot crowd at the bar.The new guy waved Mike, the bartender, over and started a conversation“Mike, I’m Artie and I have a question for you. Are you any kind of a betting man?”Mike asked back “What kind of betting man do you mean?’Artie said “Y’know, the usual stupid bar bets; anywhere from ten bucks up to fifty, depending on the bet.”Mike smiled. “I’ve been known to place a wager or two over the. . didn't know when he married her ... the vacations that were actually hospitalizations ... things like that. I always thought she was visiting her sister, Jean. These were things I didn't know ... even in my first life.Oh ... I knew she was a spiteful vindictive bitch but I didn't know she was crazy.Daddy told me that mother was a climber ... she figured his position as prosecuting attorney should put her in the upper crust ... but it didn't. Her place was right along with the wives of the. Jack's cock was already hard in anticipation.Mei worked at her desk a moment longer and then swung her chair to face the exam table and Jack. Jack noticed her skirt had ridden on her thighs but not quite far enough for him to tell if she was wearing panties this time or not."I'm sure you remember your last visit with us but today I have something different on the agenda, if you would care to volunteer," Mei told him."Sure! What do you have in mind?" Jack asked."Some of our female clients.