I run a little watering hole called The Silver Dollar Saloon, I inherited it when my folks died in a car crash. We sell good food and strong drink for...a responsible price. We have a regular crowd that drops in as they see fit. The jukebox is always running, the dance floor is always open for a good time and the old piano is always in tune, even though no one has played it in years. It was toward the end of the summer, a beautiful, graceful, blond woman walked into my world. I would guess she. You couldn't stop now if the world was blowing up around you. You start to mumble and spasm and your legs are getting weak and shaking. I have to hold you up with the belt, now around your waist, so you can keep cumming again and again. Now I start to groan and growl and slamming my rock hard piece of meat into your ass to work up a big load of hot pearl jam. It's coming quick, so I pull my cock out of your ass with a pop sound and spin you around and force your shoulders down til you are. Blake had his own private bathroom. “Go ahead and use that one. I’ll meet you out in the dining room. It’s just off the living room.”Josh walked into the bathroom as Blake left into the hallway. After using the toilet, Josh washed his hands and briefly looked around. He was impressed with how clean it was. But then he realized that the Cox family probably had someone clean their toilets.Josh’s dad and Mr. Cox were already sitting at the dinner table when Josh entered. Talking about work, they. She’d vowed that very night to never – ever – let anyone take advantage of her that way again. The redness of her eyes from crying was gone by the next day of school, replaced by determination. She kept up appearances to maintain her social status, and had a new boyfriend within the day. Soon enough, calculating the best way to stay on top of the ladder smothered her feelings. Right up until she’d just caught herself humming a sappy love song and grinning from ear to ear. With a towel wrapped.