Jeannie wrapped her hand around it, Dave gasping at the contact after all that titillation. ‘Oh, it’s cute,’ Jeannie said over her shoulder to ...Joe. Joe stood and handed Dave a note with one hand, while petting Jeannie with the other and saying ‘Oh, be nice Jeannie. Get that magic mouth of yours around his cock and see what magic you can do.’ Dave looked at the piece of paper – WHATEVER SHE HEARS FROM ME WHEN I HOLD HER EAR LIKE THAT IS REALITY. Joe took it back from Dave just as Jeannie dove. I was afraid he was going to have a change of heart and make us remove those as well. They don't hide much. They weren't much protection at all. But I knew that I would feel better with them than without them as I went around taking orders from the horny old men in here and serving them their drinks.Tommy ordered us to report to Phil and do whatever he wanted. Before we could turn and make our way through the crowd of men ogling our nearly naked bodies he ordered a ginger ale.We turned and made. The one who had received my cum up her womb or the one that drank my piss.She didn’t seem to like the way I smiled when I remembered that night.“Happen in Vegas, not stay in Vegas.” She said again.Then I saw her friend. She was trying to hide behind some bushes in the front garden. Her friend reached back and grabbed her hand and pulled her on the porch with us.“Happen in Vegas, not stay in Vegas.” She said again and this time she pointed at her friend. I looked at her friend. She seemed to. “Nah! It’s the finest caviar! You can see the little black eggs in there.” “I fucking hope not, Bun!” exclaimed Lizzie. “I ain’t had nothing wrong with me down there for weeks. And I ain’t never had warts neither. Not like fucking Snoot.” “They weren’t warts!” Snoot disagreed. “I don’t know what it was, but it weren’t warts!” And then the girls were back together huddled in the dark, jeering and laughing and cackling and puffing and swigging. Bunny was feeling a little shagged. A blow job.