) Isaid they didn’t know I was inviting anyone, but Ithought this was too good to keep to myself! Three asked if THEY could bring a friend. I sa...d thatwas OK, but just ONE friend, and they had to tell mewho they were bringing. I told them when and where, andtold them to say, “Hi Bob!” (or Scott or Tom…) asthey stuck there cocks through the hole. I wanted tohear a voice so I knew who we were servicing. I alsotold them not to talk after that; I didn’t want Ann. It started just after 11 when my secretary brought a Mr Maroney. “What can I do for you Mr Maroney?” I asked. “I need you to find my wife” he replied “She’s been gone for a week, very unusual for her”This is a common story and usually the answer is she’s a woman’s shelter because she “fell down the stairs” one to many times. Or she’s been dumped somewhere for some poor bastard to find. “Problems at home?” I enquired“Not that I know of. She’s been away working and was due back last week. I’m. The girls not wanting to be left out, oiled their smooth mounds and did as Alan and I were doing and rubbed their now glistening hairless mounds together, Dawn suggested she open her legs and Gaynor should open hers and slid between Dawn's legs and rub their slippery open slits together. What a lovely sight.Dawn suggested we get covered all over in babyoil saying we can shower it off later, but there wasn't enough in the bottle for that so we would have to get some more from somewhere for that. Although the lighting was clear, something kept the booths shadowy. A movement behind the bar drew his attention & he saw a man stood watching him. The man was huge - 6ft7" with a skin that was either heavily tanned or betraying a middle eastern background. Connors could clearly see he was well-muscled as he was wearing a black leather waistcoat that hung open. His legs were snugged into tight black leather trousers and Connors wondered what kind of bar this was.He stepped forward to the.