Astrid the barmaid assisted him in trying out some of the lighter-duty equipment, and before we knew it, she was down on her knees in rather an unusua... way, ‘worshiping’ the slimy politico’s manhood. Being party-head (you’ll excuse the inadvertent pun) in a one-party town gave him the pull to assure the inspectors would not bother us as long as we kept the place running clean, and guarantees of regular contributions to the ‘Widows and Orphans Fund’ made sure I had a little control over the. If you didn’t know what you were looking for you would never know it was there. As we enter the darkened doorway and climb the red lit stairs, I feel myself trembling in anticipation. At the top of the stairs we are greeted by a gorgeous blonde waitress. She has giant, perky breasts and is a black leather skirt, a black leather zip up bustier and thigh high black leather boots. I sense your confusion and can feel a sense of excitement growing inside of me. As she leads us to our table, we can. Aren't you still seeing that Emily girl?"I press my head to the back of hers, letter the tip of my penis rest against her asshole."I was never seeing her, I was fucking the bitch. I use her for her pussy."Emily was a white, brunette, 18 year old girl I'd been hooking up with. Like I told Trace, I'd been fucking her. Just that. I didn't like her, she wasn't very attractive. But being a girl who wasn't very attractive or likeable, she was way too eager for someone to like her. So she gave her. I poured her the cup and we made to go outside. “We used to do this in the old days on Sunday mornings. Remember?” she said. I did remember. And, I’ve missed those Sundays among other things. “Yes, I remember. Those were good times.” “Would it surprise you to know that I miss those days, David? Ronald and I sometimes do the same. I guess what I mean is that you will always have a place in my heart, and, I really mean it when I say, so does your brother.” “It would surprise me that you.