"Shit!" I said to myself as I covered my hard-on from her. Note to self: Do not wear exercise pants with no boxers ever again!"So, you want this one?"...She asked, shit-face grin and all."I'll take it!" Want Cherry Flavor lube with that?" Yes." That'll be one-hundred twenty dollars and forty-three cents." Fuck." I said in my shame. I quickly exited the building with a brown paper bag in tow. I assumed Passerbys knew what this was as the devilishly smile at the lonely man who has to fuck silicon. ’‘I am more worried about getting out of the car, I had a wardrobe malfunction on the last guy’s watch,’ Jodie smiles.Nathan of course had seen the pictures but didn’t pass comment as they pull up to the casino.Inside Jodie joins her party of friends. She watches as eyes follow her across the room. She loves poker and becomes glued to the table with a few friends.Nathan keeps his distance watching Jodie as she starts to win big, finally taking all her opponents out with a ‘Royal Flush’. Time to. For the next hour and a half the crowd went at it, fucking the bowing sluts, climbing the staircase to shoot their seed on the body of the sacrificial slut and shooting seed on the impaled sluts as they sunk lower and lower on the posts, their cunts slowly shredding. The girls still tied to the perimeter posts were spitted and prepared for roasting, screaming until their mouths were stuffed with apples. The crowd was drinking heavily in honor of the culmination of another great solstice event. The thought of butter reminded me of the cult film “Last Tango in Paris” with Marlon Brando shoving a stick of butter up his real estate agent’s ass before he sodomized her on the floor of the new house he had just rented for the season. You know that had to sting a bit with it being so cold from the fridge and more like a hard rod than a soft yielding dick of flesh and bone.Needless to say, we immediately fell down to the fluffy white carpet and I started humping her like she was a female dog.