I like it there because it's got a nice selection of single malt Scotch, and they allow cigar smoking in the bar. I don't actually like cigars--smokin...g them or being around the smoke--but I do like my pipe. The Jazz Club is one of the few places where I can be comfortable and enjoy the flavors of my sweet Cavendish tobacco and a glass of Macallan.So I'm there once, maybe twice a week, with or without my business partner, to relax after work. The bar opens at 4:30, and I guess I'm a regular. At. "Oooooooo oh, ohh ugggggg!" She wriggled the pulley creaking as it held her taut.His fingers pushed into her slit, then pressed on her ass hole. He began to jab two fingers into her pussy as he continued to make her spread wide. She grunted at the thrusts, biting her lip, closing her eyes, wishing it was all just a dream."Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh! Oh god, oh god!"He grunted also in satisfaction his eager fingers bending inside her, pressing her walls."Um, um yes, yes, yessssss!"He looked up at her. When i told him i bought you he told me he wished he’d found you before. So you should be thankful that you’re mine instead of his. At least with me you’re going to be loved and cared for. His slaves don’t even get that privilege. »Part of her started feeling grateful. The other guy seemed awful in comparison. But she hated that feeling because it meant a part of her was starting to accept her master. And she didn’t wanted to accept him. She didn’t wanted to give him what he wanted. But she. . Walt, you can't!" Joan pleaded."It's what I want, Joan. End of story. I were you, I'd be figuring out what to tell Donald when I got home walking funny." You fucking bastard!" she spat out. But she was literally shitting in her pants."Joan..." Walt started to say, but I cut him off."Nobody asked you if you wanted to do it Joan. I'm telling you I want to watch the two of you do it. You are free to decline, but then I think you know what I'll do should you refuse me." I..." Joan stammered. "Oh,.