"Wise man." He sipped his drink and ground the last of his cigar out on the underside of the rail. He set the butt on the rail away from Harry. "I must admit, I am surprised you are here. I was led to believe the owner was Pam's maker."
"Oh, John," Pam cooed as he attacked his mouth. She squeaked and growled as she rode his dick and ground against his hand. His blood tasted so good that she came hard, clenching and jerking.