She and Frasier couldn’t afford to be there, then again they couldn’t afford MacDonald’s. The casino was quite, just a few members playing blac...jack, or roulette. The guys moved to a private room, and played a few hands of poker, leaving the ladies to dance and chat. When she returned Frasier was losing, and losing heavily. Gabby stood and watched, but with a growing sense of despair. Jack was well up, taking money from everyone, but in Frasier’s case, money he didn’t have. Frasier owed money. She would consider that a breach of trust on my part, an intrusion on her right to privacy. After all, I didn't know that she would really do it. Maybe she was just making girl talk to placate Sandi. I couldn't bitch about what she'd done in college - that was before we met - and God knows I'd done my share of fucking around in college. As far as the as the two drunken incidents were concerned, I had to stay away from them too. There was a time, a couple of years back, when I'd had an affair. Kristin finally gave in and let my "No" be no, but she told me that one day I'd regret not giving her what she asked for. She was right; I kicked myself every day after that for not taking Kristin to bed, deflowering her from her virginity and fucking her sexy hot-blooded Italian brains out. Still, we did sit there and kissed and fondled each other and she got my hand up underneath her top, her bra unfastened and she let me enjoy the sexy fullness and roundedness of her mature breasts.Then, the. Now hang up the phone. Don't stop him sucking your nipples until I call you back." About five long minutes later, the exhausted and humiliated Katy was stopped by a ringing phone. "Katy, hope you liked that nipple sucking!! Tell me what did you think¨ Silence briefly from an exhausted Katy who was breathing heavy. “Katy are you there or not did I just not ask you a question” ¨Yes Mr. Jones I loved offering my nipples to that youth, feels so nice to have my nipples sucked¨ “And my dear how did.