I kiss her neck and slowly make my way down her chest. Her juices are covering my hand. She wants it. I want it. I push a finger into her hot waiting ...unt. Shes tight. Another finger slips in. She begins to moan loudly. I reach behind her and with my other hand i massage her ass. Its so round and firm. I can feel my pussy getting wet. She starts to grind her hips and push against my fingers. I rub my hand up and down the crack of her ass. She shivers at every touch. I bring my hand to her face. Allan nod in the direction of Beth. Is she a hottie or what? Yes she is responds, Angel. Think I am going to give her a shot says Allan. He slides off of his stool and walks over to where Beth is sitting. Of course he doesn’t ask to join her. Instead he asks if she wants the Latino to be the one she teases tonight. Saying yes, she shakes her head no for the mark to think that Allan is striking out. Allan returns to the bar. Fucking bitch he says to Angel. Angel tries to defend the woman. Maybe. “I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” he sputtered back. “I would remember him.”“Maybe if you looked behind you when you worked at your desk,” the man said softly.Richard’s eyes grew wide. He stepped forward and reached out to touch the man. When his hands gripped something solid, he said, “Plato?”He stood looking confused and then turned to Marcella and asked, “How can a philosopher from two thousand years ago be here with us today?”“What’s the last thing you remember before you were. “What’s back there?” Betty asked, looking at the row of five doors. “Those are private viewing rooms,” I replied. “Come on,” Betty said, grabbing my hand in hers. “I don’t know,” I replied, pretending like I didn’t want to go where she was leading me. The door had a sign that read, “One dollar a minute, ten minutes for five dollars and twenty minutes for ten dollars.” Betty looked at me. “Come on,” she pleaded. I fished out a ten dollar bill and slipped it into the slot next to the door. The.