After a little while I ask, "Well which is it to be Miss Kitten?"You look up from the my erection that you have been staring at again and blush, your ...yes a little puffy like you have been fighting back tears, "Could I not demonstrate on a dildo like I was in the dorm room?" You ask in a mumbled apologetic voice, but I am not about to let you off that lightly."Now, now May, I don't think that would be much of a practical assessment do you? That would be like me being assessed teaching a class. " Old Walt could whine with the best of 'em."Goddam you, Walter Deaver, you are one cheap son of a bitch. Once she recovered from the tonguing Moose and Brenda gave her, your poor bar maid Janet, ran herself into the ground. You sold more booze tonight alone than you ever sold before on any two weeks combined. You ran out of brand name whiskey and was serving some of your cheap bootleg corn whiskey as everything from Crown Royal to Jack Daniels. Your bartender said he was going to quit if he. Hell, if she liked him, I should be able to find some qualities in him that I could like. Right? Right.Besides, he knew he had lost. He was bright enough to understand that. He could either storm out in anger, or he could swallow his pride and take the gift that was offered, pale though it might be in his eyes.He turned to me. "What would have happened if Kayla had said no to you?" he asked quietly.I looked him straight in the eye. "Molly and I would have danced the night away. Tonight is for. Jahnavi was staring at me thinking about what I was about to do.And with my right-hand index finger, I began spreading my saliva on her cleavage and slowly applied it to her tiny watermelons. As I finished applying it, I began pressing her right boob with my left hand slowly. And with my right hand, I was squeezing her left boob at a medium pace.After a few seconds, I began to squeeze and press both her boobs as fast as I can, making her scream in pain and enjoy the pleasure. Jahnavi was.