Most of the men that go there are middle-aged, and some are unemployed. A friend told me that some of the unemployed men who frequent the tavern are... available for sex as long as you pay them. "This is how it works," my friend said. "Go to the tavern and tell the owner that you want to have a word with him. Tell him that you need some 'milk'. He'll know what you mean."The following week I went to the tavern with some trepidation. I did what my friend said. The tavern owner gestured to me to. Yeah, on reflection, I’m pretty sure that he and I saw things more or less eye to eye.Tired of living in a crappy apartment thanks to my modest teacher’s salary, I eventually moved in with my brother Darren, who needed a roommate, anyway. I wasn’t sure why he needed a roommate, though, as it wasn’t for financial reasons at all. His current girlfriend, Salome, also crashed there and had started to pitch in with expenses from her stripper pay. Yes, Salome was an “exotic” dancer, much like her. Emma rolled towards him and propped herself up on an elbow to look him in the face.“I really enjoyed this,” she said softly.“Me too,” Brent said back.Emma placed a hand on his thigh as she leaned in to kiss him once more. The feeling of her fingers on his flesh sent blood rushing to his nether regions.He tried to control his arousal, but involuntarily his eyes drifted down to Emma’s nude form next to him. He hadn’t been with a woman in nearly a year and hadn’t even masturbated; the few times he. Dr. Cargill’s cock pointed at my face and I brought my lips to the tip of his cock. It was wet with pre-cum which tasted devilishly good. I suppose the illicit nature of our fun was enhancing my experience. It reminded me of the taste in Beth’s mouth when she’d kiss me after swallowing my loads. I licked up and down, teasing him really, before taking his cock back into my mouth. I moved my fingers back down to his ass and slid them back inside. I watched his face as I penetrated his ass. Dr..