Bribes and relatives in high places kept this place open. Some locals suspected biker gangs or other organized crime owned part or all of the bar. The... tables were mixed non-matching types with chairs of various types and ripped cushions. Interior lighting barely existed with possibly one of four lights working and most of that was over the bar. The dark corners of the bar had cushioned corner bench seating where town sluts or hookers serviced their men; bartenders and over-weight waitresses. She kissed him hard.He was unshaven,and he needed a shower.He reached up and caressed her left tit and kissed her back.He was a terrible kisser.Too wet, too rough.She loved it ! She felt his hand move to her pussy and he soon brought her to orgasm.But he couldn't give her what she wanted.Cock. Hard cock.She told Michael that she missed her rent twice more after that, and paid in kind.But he lost interest as he couldn't fuck her and wanted cash for his cheap lager that he drank too much, which. . well not right now anyways." Those women he was giving his eye to, I know he would not make a remark like that to them." Sometimes Tom, I just feel like letting myself go, get fat and not care, heck he won't care but he will say something that is not nice."Did you ask 'Why was he dishing out complements about the other women at the bouffet table?" I thought about it but he would come up with some cock and bull story that he had to and frankly I did not think it was worth the bother, you know. ‘This is fine,’ she said, ‘We’ll do the real sleeping in my room, in the dry bed.’ she added, smiling. He laid her down on the bed and captured her mouth with his. As they explored each other’s mouths, he began unbuttoning her shirt and removing it. Her firm C-size breasts stood up proudly on her chest, with no sag, the cherry red nipples erect and pointing directly at the ceiling as she lay on the bed. After the shirt and bra were gone, he reached for the fastener on her waistband. She held.