The rustle of movement and voices talking recommenced and heads turned away from the walking corpse as the business of the saloon resumed, John’s pr...sence now ignored. He was practically a ghost after all. John’s eyes were averted. He was looking intently at the fine wood grain in the oak table penetrated here and there by the vicious impact of a knife’s tip. “So what will it be Marshal?” John looked up, but not far. Dusty was barely five-foot tall. Rumor had it that he had once worked in a. Our division chief was out of town, and Mandy had actually brought a sexy babydoll negligee to work and changed into it - and nothing else - and was lying there on the couch with a horny pussy when I came into work an hour early that morning. I'd quickly gotten my pants off and slipped in between Mandy's legs, stuffing her hot horny cunt full of my hard cock as fast as I could manage.When I got to work on this day, Many was wearing a sexy beige blouse and matching dark brown skirt with dark. When we arrived, he told the driver to have his car delivered to the club so that he would have a ride home and then we went inside.Libido turned out to be a dimly lit club with a mirrored bar at one wall and a large stage at the other. Booths lined the other two walls and there were many tables in the center.The waitresses wore nothing more than black, frilly bikinis and were milling around serving drinks to the mostly male clientele.We were led to a booth, near the stage, lit with a small. "Try some of this shit maybe it'll help cause you’re a rotten fuckin’ dancer if that's the best you can do."Tom held her head while Larry put a little dark colored bottle under her nose. She struggled at first but then they let her go and her dancing definitely improved. I had to get myself some of that cause I'm a terrible dancer.My brothers started sniffing it as well and Larry got up and said "We might as well make ourselves comfortable."He tried to take his overalls off but fell over..