The dining floor was organized around three tiers, including an intimate bar. Shirl told him that the bartenders were fighting over shifts. Consensus ...was that the downstairs bar would generate more tips, but the upstairs bar should do nicely according to the experienced manager.Scott didn't have much to do with the Black Horse's transformation. He made sure the money was available, and sat back to let Shirl work her magic. By far, the best perk of ownership was the invitation to sample the menu. I started to take her pants off, but she reminded me that she was on her period. So I just laid back stroking my cock watching her suck him off. What a huge turn on! Then he told her "here it cums!" and blasted a big load right into her mouth while she moaned around his cock. She looked me in the eye and I couldn't help myself, I leaned in and gave her a big kiss, tasting his cum with her.We messed around a few more times after that, always while we were drinking. I would pretend to pass out. Mary made a coffee in the kitchen and sipped it as she wondered at the feelings that coursed through her head as she lit her first cigarette of the day. As she stubbed it out, Bernard traipsed into the kitchen and wordlessly made a coffee for himself.“Take out the rubbish, dear,” said Mary.It was one of her little obsessions that the kitchen bin had to be emptied every day. Normally she asked him to empty it out and then found herself with the bag and the dustbin lid in her hand as he read the. He knew it would take time, but with their love and support his baby girl would recover and become the strong woman she was meant to be. ‘Daddy, I’m sorry.’ She whispered. Darius smiled. He hurt like hell, but at least he was alive. When Derrick and Dad told him he had been in here for a week, he was stunned. Then he learned that Cyn had been arrested and would probably be charged. Darius became upset. That bastard came into their home, threatened them, had a gun to a child’s temple, and they.