Mr. Chaucer’s POV
One old man in the corner stood and came over. He glanced down at Summer and looked at me. He then smiled and said.
"I ain't had a piece of ass this nice in my entire life. I would love to f**k this b***h of yours. I think it would be best though if we did this in the bathroom. I don't think Joe would like more mess in this room then there already is."
He nodded to the bartender as he said this and the man shook his head and pointed to the back of the place. I handed the old man her leash and told him I would follow him in a moment that I wanted to enjoy my beer first. He pulled on Summer's leash and she crawled on all fours after him, hurrying to keep up. Once they had entered what I was sure was a foul stinking bathroom I spoke again to the bar.
"I will leave $10
