“Now I suggest you get on your way, otherwise you will see first-hand what a real bar riot looks like and none of us will like that – least of all you” my last sentence mimicking his threat to Jack. The shouting man took another look at the crowd, did a quick one-breath laugh, nodded in acceptance and started to walk away, turning to Jack as he did “Remember sunshine, one month!” A few seconds later they were lost in the crowd. “Wanna tell me what that was all about?” I asked Jack when they were gone “Er… People from the brewery. Im… um… behind on some payments.” He was lying. The tiny flick of his eyes off to one side, the stutter and the gulp after he stopped talking told me immediately that he wasn’t telling me the truth. But in reality, it was none of my business and didn’t want to ruin a potentially good night by pushing the matter. “Well, if you need any help, couple let me know” “Thanks man, I amateur appreciate it. Now, lets get us some drinks.” By the time we got back to the bar, where I could reclaim my drink and Jack could order his own, he was a bit more relaxed. The throng of people clapping him on the back and offering support had done wonders. To be honest, I was still a little concerned; Jack had been scared. In all the time I had known him I had never seen Jack afraid of anyone, his lie to cover it up only reinforced my concerns. But as the drinks started to flow I let the matter slip from my mind and started enjoying the night with the increasingly familiar and relaxed Jack “I think we’ve been stood up” I joked about an hour later with no sign of either Jessica or Rachael. Jack laughed, the first real laugh I’d heard since I arrived. teen “That’s ok. See young Padawan…” he wrapped his arm around me in mock condescension, “when giving a beautiful woman a time to be somewhere, you have to take into account their need to be ‘fashionably late’, So if you want her here by 9, you tell her to be here by 8. The more beautiful the woman, the more time you give her – and don’t get me started on the maths if there is more than one” With that he burst out laughing, I couldn’t help but join him. “So what time did you really need us here? You told me 7.” I asked Jack laughed again, “Well, the poker doesn’t start til 10 so…” he shrugged and took a large mouthful of his beer. We clinked our glasses in massage faux celebration at his cunning plan and turned to watch the crowd. “So, what’s this poker thing all about?” I enquired after a while passing remarks about various ladies on the dancefloor. “All you told me the other night was that it was some kind of tournament.” He didn’t say anything in asian response, instead he reached over his shoulder and picked up a flyer off the bar, handing it to me. “Welcome to the mature inaugural World Championship Poker tournament” the headline said in bold red letters set against the dark blue background. “The world’s first international Texas Hold-Em tournament with huge cash prizes”. Underneath that was a picture of some overly attractive men and women around a card table with massive smiles on their faces. Obviously, whoever designed this flyer had never seen a real game of poker. There is never a moment in any game where all of the players are smiling at the same time. At the bottom was some fine print which caught my eye. “Each stage is made up of finalists from the previous rounds. Local games are taking place all over the world, Regional finals will take place in metropolitan areas. It was so good. Is Molly just hanging around mature because you have a massage asian job?” Her father was bewildered by the direction of her questions. She screamed and passed out. "No." “Madre de Diosa!” I gasped. So I let go of his penis and leaned back up, I grabbed his hand and said Softly, "Wait a minute." Sean dropped in a heap. Willow had been with me for a week now and had settled in enjoying the freedom she didn’t get at home and the new friends she had made not to mention the sex. “I love you!” I gasped as I bucked a final time. One hand slid down her smooth skin and slipped between her legs while the other hand slid up and cupped one of her budding breasts. “Okay,” I groaned. I escorted Arlene to the center of the room near the coffee table and gave her instructions in a firm tone. Barkley snorted and his shaft responded to the intimate caress. He is a Gentleman to the core, he opens doors for ladies, pulls chairs for them and makes each lady feel she is special. I just, i don't want to scare you from sex but i don't want you to get hurt" She had taken her bra off before he nap and couple it was plain for her nephew to see. “Nope! She leaned back against me and I could tell she was relaxing. I thrust hard, my tits bouncing, my blonde hair teen swaying about amateur my shoulders.