The real problem was that there weren't enough bikers and rednecks for the place to be a thriving enterprise, but there were enough of them that they ...cared off anyone else who might want to go there for a drink, a party, or a meal. As a result, Dad could never generate enough cash flow to do much beyond maintaining the status quo.It was the lawyer who actually got me thinking about doing something with the place, and she convinced me that there was enough cash in his estate to make it happen.. She was now using both hands. She had bunched up the skirt on her waist while she appeared to grab her ass cheeks and pull them apart. My hand went immediately to my quickly hardening dick as I continued to watch my wife slowly caress her own ass. She had also begun to take a finger and slowly draw it up and down her crack. I couldnt believe what I was seeing. She then paused, leaned forward a little, she seemed to be pulling her ass cheeks apart almost as if asking for someone to get behind. After I tended to their sexual appetites I began to serve drinks. It went on like that until there were sixteen large, dangerous men in the room. The four additional men were apparently bodyguards. But their employers were generous with my services. I had to suck each of them off, too.There was a meeting of sorts that lasted almost an hour. They ignored me except to grope me whenever I came close to replenish a drink. It didn't seem to bother them at all that I was overhearing details of. “I need to take a shower”, she said. “When I get done you can shower while I fix us some lunch”. “You’re getting over some of that shyness and you got no problem in the kissing department”, she said as she went upstairs. When I heard her finish her shower I went upstairs. She was in the kitchen with a terry cloth robe on, slightly open like her boobs were trying to escape. “I laid out a towel and a robe for you” she said. My head seemed to be still spinning from that kiss. My feet didn’t seem.