The bar life was crazy. The Shooter Bitches job was to sell beer and go around giving out shots. On numerous occasions she would get manhandled and g...oped and sprayed with beer. The majority of the people at the bar were guys and the bouncers had to keep an eye on the poor girls or they would be groped and fondled to death. Sierra told stories of drunken guys especially around the end of the night pinning her against the walls and groping her to orgasm. Hands would grab anything, especially. "I didn't much care for spitting in my hand so I brought along some honey. I hope you don't mind if I use that instead?" Whatever works for you," said Shame.Hetty nodded and removed the lid from the honey jar. Shame's cock was hardening in anticipation before she even touched it. It was straightening out and rising towards the ceiling, the head was emerging from the foreskin as it rose. Her eyes were wide as she scooped out some honey and began coating his cock with it."There's one problem,". Jessica and Heather were snooping around Jessica’s parent’s room when Heather had opened Jessica’s mom’s underwear drawer. There they had found a strap on several dildos and a vibrator, and also the two way. “I dare you to take one and try it.” Heather had goaded her. “Ok if you do also.” Jessica had said. “Ok but you first.” “No you first.” “Together.” “Wouldn’t that make us like lesbians?” Jessica asked. “Not in the same room!” Heather said. “Well than how will we know if the other did. Jaysin: "Dayum! You bitches multiply! What is in all of that nigga cum? Fertilizer? Hey Karla, I like the hair! Blonde bitches make some good money! Now who in the fuck is this? And don't give me any shit about another blow job specialist!"Vicky: "She's my friend Olivia. We told her about what we've been doing and she said she wanted to join us."Jaysin: "Weeellll.... looks like ol' Jaysin's stable of white bitches is growin'! All right, she's in! This shit actually works out numerically because.