When his wife suggested they go a bar, Paul thought it was a good idea. But when she wanted to take home one of the servers to have sex with, Paul thought he hit the fucking jackpot.
The evening started as normal as usual—dinner, conversation and maybe some T.V. But Ashley was very tired of doing the same mundane routine over and over. She wanted and needed some change, if just for once. The Palace was a hole in the wall that was a five-minute drive from their home. The name of the bar was a bit of a oxymoron; just a few TV’s , a couple of pool tables, and a few arcade machines. It was perfect for the locals and occasional bikers. Something to visit after a long day of work and just shoot the shit with other patrons. But The Palace would have another meaning to Paul and Ashley after one fateful night. It was the night Ashley became an expert at eating pussy while Paul discovered a second career as cameraman.
*Above model featured is Jessica Drue; photography is Elizabeth Chiyoko*
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