The bar was open in the corner with a pair of my waitresses serving. A small table near the front door held a handful of wedding gifts which were artf...lly arranged to frame the signed marriage licence. The happy couple and their pleased parents were lined up at the doorway, welcoming in their guests, the same as at thousands of wedding receptions held every day around the continent. The only difference was that aside from casual footwear, everyone from the bride and groom down to the youngest. " He said though the redhead just shook her head, making her fiery hair move around her face."Fuck that bastard. He hasn't touched me in years. All I've got are my toys to pleasure myself with. And then there's you…..I've gotta have you. I'll get a fucking divorce and marry you if I have to….." She said as she removed her belt from her trousers and upholstered her gun before placing it carefully on the ground a few feet away. She slowly removed her trousers and kicked them to the side as she. He grabbed her turned her around and in one swift move pulled the plug out of her ass and shoved his cock deep in her ass. She bit down making his piss leak through her mouth. He fucked her roughly for as long as he could take it then filled her ass with his steaming hot cum. He then shoved the plug back in and forced her back into the bedroom. He clamped her to the bar, and shoved a vibrating ball inside her. Do not cum bitch till I tell you can. I will beat you down if you do. He set both. The only people that buy them are the two ambulance drivers with the hair that looks like Elvis Presley. The owners go out of business and someone else takes over. Then, we all eat ten-cent burgers again. The Armstrong Nursery is the last store where the parking lot ends and the big vacant lot begins. For the hundredth time, Mike asks me where they keep the babies and for the hundredth time, I tell him that it’s not that kind of nursery. ‘They don’t keep babies here, Mike, they sell plants.’.