Wertz called out to the burly bartender with a handlebar moustache. ‘Draw one for the young fella, too.’ Jim had made his way to the bar stool to ...hich Mr. Wertz directed him. He started to say ‘hello’, but the bartender spoke before he could. ‘I need to see some ID, young fella,’ he growled. ‘The young fella’s with me,’ Wertz said. ‘I’ll vouch for him.’ The bartender nodded his head and walked away. ‘That’s Bill MacIver,’ Mr. Wertz said. ‘He owns the place. He knows me. I’m a regular. He knows. I closed the fridge door. Mo was sitting on the kitchen table, legs spread, leaning back on his hands. I could already see the bulge of his erection obscenely pushing up his skirt.I could say 'no'. I'd told myself a million times, I could say 'no'. I didn't have to do anything."Seto." Mo's voice was softer. Maybe there was a note of menace or maybe that was my imagination.I crossed the kitchen. Mo took my hand and kissed it."I'm sad when you don't play with me," he said. "Play with me."I. Now you can go take this thing off," I told her, sliding my cock free. "Give me a minute. I think I can get out without help," she said, toddling off to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she opened the door. The bedroom was dark, and the light from the bathroom shone a silhouette. She slid the door closed and my eyes adjusted. She still looked dressed, standing in the dim light seductively biting her lower lip. Then she opened her arms, only holding her dress, and let it fall to the floor to. Sally Beaker has a mouth on her that would raise Lazarus. I had plugged three of the maids several times during Twelfth Night, and was as flaccid as stick of limp celery after servicing three demanding young girls. Sally had already worn out both Tam Pearce and Harry Hawkes, but wanted me to finish her off. I thought I was spent, until she fastened her mouth on my pego and blew new life into me.” He gave a lewd, wicked grin. “Or, to be more accurate, she sucked new life into me. I left her.