He practically exuded wealth. She snapped her gaze back to the clock. Midnight. Shit. Most of her customers would be well into their cups by now. This...could get ugly.The suit approached the bar and wiped off a section with a silk handkerchief produced from his coat pocket. Resting his arms on the slightly cleaner patch of bar, he peered about with a look of amiable curiosity. His actions were met with a collective jeer from the rest of the patrons and many of the leather and chain clad crowd. Listening very carefully she heard more rustling then his footsteps retreating down the hallway quick but surprisingly quiet. Then she heard water running in the kitchen so she decided to investigate. What was he doing outside her door she wondered? She slipped into a long night shirt and went to the kitchen. She found him in front of the sink looking out the window and sipping a cup of water. "What are you doing up baby girl" he asked without turning to face her?"I just needed a drink of water. It was literally 30 seconds into it when Matt's right hand disappeared under the covers towards his crotch. It turned me on to think that my young friend, slightly drunk and lying right beside me, was getting hard and, now, was touching himself. Needless to say, my right hand plunged under the covers right after. My cock was rock hard and it felt so good as my fingers played over the cut mushroom head.Matt made occasional comments about the video, like, "That k** was amazing at cock sucking.". “Hello, Sam,” she said. I didn’t respond. I had already begun to wheel my way out of the place. But then Rina cut in on the action.“Sam? Where are you going? Wait! Stop!” said Rina, taking a seat at the table: the table next to my ex-girlfriend and her significant other.I stopped, reluctantly. I turned toward Rina. I was trapped.Lana was already out of her seat and blocking my retreat.“Rina, this is...” I started.“The biggest asshole in the world,” said Lana, interrupting my about to be cold,.