Blood was dripping from her mouth, running down dripping of her chin and on to her breasts and on downwards, Jose wiped it away with a white cloth tur...ing it red.I filled in the label for the collar, Fuckmeat 2000/106, while Jose tested her mouth, sometimes spurs of bone were left when the teeth were pulled but when he found she was reasonably smooth by running his fingers round he asked me to help, he lowered and reclined her seat and stood straddling it as he undid his belt and tugged down. The landlady turned up the oil lamps that stood behind the bar; their warm light gave the bar a cosy feel.Janice chimed in, “Well, you know how she is. Always up for anything ‘educational’, in’t she? Probably hoping to pick up a few tricks to keep that man of hers in order.”“I’m not sure she needs any new tricks from what I hear from my Jack when he’s had to do stuff up at the Hall. She’s pretty used to getting what she wants. Don’t take no nonsense, no more than the rest of us do.”Aimee shook. "Not a beast. A prince." She looked into my face above hers and kissed me again. "should I hoist you up and carry you to bed?" "Don't you dare, Charlie. I'm old enough and wise enough not to need that. The sheets are clean, that side is your side and this side is mine. How about we meet in the middle and take it kind of slow?" We did. Very slow. We explored each other, mutually. We were so new to each other in the physical sense and so familiar with each other in the emotional sense that we. She wore a faded blue work shirt that was fashionably torn and unbuttoned to show off her sizable breasts which were free from a bra or any sort of undershirt. A few women close to the stage were aggressively flirting but the bass player glared down at them. I figured they were involved and did not take lightly anyone eyeballing her girlfriend. I went to the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender looked any tough biker chick you'd not want to cross but she was friendly. I admired the tattoos.