We ordered, and ate. Oh, and we both had strawberry international. We talked about nothing and everything while we were chowing down. Then it was time...for our second cup of coffee.I was smiling to beat the band. I'd never gotten a woman without having to lay out the moolah: well, except for that stint in Manila while I was in the army; that'd been good duty."Busy next Saturday?" I said. "I was thinkin' maybe we could go for a drive or somethin'." Her look suddenly took on a decidedly. “‘Whatevs’? Come on he used to be your favorite! Every day, can Mr. Kushing come out to play? Pick me up! Pick me up!”“Okay okay. I’m not a baby anymore.”Sensing her daughter’s embarrassment, her mom continued, “This child, God love her, she actually came to me and asked me one time, is ‘Mr Kushing really a grown-up’? She’d known him for a week, but all the kids loved him, and some of the mom’s did too but that’s another story.”“Mom!! Oh my god, ew!”“Wow, do you think he’s handsome?” Piper. “You can fuck my ass! Oh, God ... you can ram my asshole! But now just fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy and make me come!”Tony plunged powerfully into her pussy, his balls swinging, slapping back and forth. Judy shot her right hand past her trembling stomach, and felt his hot balls sliding in her palm. She squeezed them when he fucked his cock into her cunt, releasing them as he pulled back. She shook her uptilted ass with lewd ecstasy, the hairy lips of her cunt sucking at his cock, closing around. I didn't even know that Sandy had compiled that data. Actually, I didn't even know it was worse than that. I was on Sandy's database accessable to any of the women here and was advertised as a runner on the race card for the evening. I found out afterwards that I was 5:1 at the paddock where Sandy led me round for inspection. I was entered in the first event for novices.The arena was a sawdust ring with a large circular black glass table set off the ground. It had circular rings engraved on it.