Shit, it was Vegas!"All I have is a twenty here," She said, "that seems rather a lot for such a modest delivery."Just the thought of what she was doin..., and the control she felt, really turned her on. "What else is there that would be worth a twenty?" Uhhh...I dunno," he said, clearly unable to get over this really hot, nearly naked woman speaking casually with him."Well, said Erika, "what is your name?" "Marcus," he replied. She suddenly caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, just in a bra. He kissed all around my face and down to my neck. Then he instructed in my ear to go put the red lingerie on. I obeyed. I went to the bathroom and fixed my hair and makeup in hopes of making myself irresistible to him. By the time I had readied myself, I had already finished my cup. I walked out of the bathroom to find him lying across the bed, naked with a camera in hand. I poured myself another cup and asked what he was doing. He informed me that he had wanted to document, especially the way. Anyway, I went for a week, making enough to get by, but steadily learning the trade. One rich rancher did drop in on the game on Friday night, and he lost a little over $200. He was really pissed off, but he did not accuse me of cheating. I was glad of that, because I really didn't want to have to shoot him.The next week, I started to win more, and the bartender wanted a bigger cut of the pie. We negotiated, and I agreed to pay him 5% of my winnings. He still averaged about $10 per night, but. "Could I slide my hand down there?" I requested. "Uggghh, I know I shouldn't, but okay," Erin responded in a dreamy, horny sort of way.My fingers were greeted with a nice amount of pubic hair and a wet slit. I inserted one finger inside of her and knew instantly that a second would fit perfectly beside it and be more pleasurable to her. I did this and Erin sighed and moaned some more. So now I'm 'fingerblasting' her, as we used to say. Her upper thighs are getting mighty sweaty, so I.