Glory Holes

Jenny Sanders looked at the bar breathlessly, a small frown tugging at her red lips. She didn't like how it looked - rundown, holes in the walls and rats scurrying on the ground, however, she had unless she wanted to stay out all night walking back home.

Her car had been stolen, her keys forgotten, her cellphone broken... and to top it all off, she didn't even know where she was! Gloomily, the busty blonde walked into the bar, unseeing of the leers and catcalls that were sent her way.

Mrs. Jenny Sanders was thirty-four years old and beautiful, with long, blonde hair, a tight ass, a pussy that had no hymen anymore (after their wedding day), red, luscious lips, double D-cup tits and a shaved pussy, she was the epitome of MILF.

She was also quite conservative.

She wore a skirt that reached to her knees, a buttoned up shirt that she didn't know actually made her tits look even bigger, a pink bra (That was actually two sizes too small. For some reason, whenever she went to a store, they said they didn't have her cup size. Odd.), and a pair of pink panties that clung painfully to her pussy. Again, they didn't seem to have her size.

She considered ordering her bra and panties next time, before shaking her head. This wasn't the time to be thinking about such things.

Walking in a manner that Jenny didn't know was turning men on everywhere, she stepped up to the bartender and asked if he had a phone.

The bartender, with a grin that Jenny didn't know was lecherous, told her that she would have to step in the back for a moment.

Not seeing anything wrong with that, Jenny stepped into the dark room behind the counter.

The door was closed and locked behind her.

"Hey!" Jenny snapped, looking angrily at the bartender. "Don't lock the door."

The man just shook her head, "Do you want others to eavesdrop?"

Jenny considered for a moment before sighing and turning back to the room.

"So," Jenny said. "Where's the phone?"