CAUGHT NEKKED Reloaded Friday Eve Sitting at the British Pub watching the finish of PGA golf and keeping to myself as usual drinkin $2 long necks. Of course I noticed the saucy brunette sitting at a table by the window with the other girls that were really smashed on pints and they rotated often into the ladies room. Now bartender Bill is a big, burly dude with a full head of (red) hair and a beard that could likely place him respectively in Whisker Wars. He was staying busy but dropped everything to serve the brunette who came up to the bar and seductively signaled that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard. Are you the manager? she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands. Actually, no, he replied. Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him, she said, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair. Im afraid I cant, breathes the bartender, clearly befuddled. Is there anything I can do? Yes there is. I need you to give him a message, she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room. Its Sunday, how do you like your coffee?
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 10:57:41 +0000
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