My new customers, Jenn and her husband Roy, had clearly led me astray. But as you will have read in the last story, it was the business meeting to end...all business meetings. Jenn and I had worked closely together, with Roy just putting his oar in from time-to-time when called on, if you know what I mean.Jenn was hooked. I was the first pussy notch on her headboard, and she now had a voracious appetite for more. She decided that just the two of us should jet off to Las Vegas to discuss more. Having him fuck me is just the start. I want him to use my busty body in any way he sees fit for as long as he likes. Maybe that'll start to rectify the balance." But you'd want him to do that to you in any case," Suzanne pointed out, chuckling a little."Good point." Susan laughed. "But nonetheless, that's the first and most important thing on my mind. The next thing is that we have to throw what's left of my old rules and boundaries out the window." Now you're talking," Suzanne agreed."But. “This meal isn’t made with nuts or peppercorn. Nuts make me sick!” Desi said, raising her voice a bit. “I can’t identify what else is on this plate, but it isn’t steamed spinach and broccoli.”I let him know, “I don’t think I ordered the anorexic primary school beauty queen children’s meal.”The waiter looked at the food, his notepad, checked the computer, and then told us there was a mistake in the kitchen. He would have the manager go back to see what was happening because this wasn’t even. Afterward she leads me into an enormous living room with an equally enormous fireplace.I try to choose a suitable seat. It’s not that there are not enough available. There are just too many. This is absurd. Who needs six large sofas and three armchairs in a room the size of a small railway station?I choose a sofa near the fireplace and she drops directly besides me, placing her delicate hand on my leg. I’m a little surprised. And I’m beginning to suspect that this is not just a simple thank-you.