Sometimes it was the wives that caught the gaming bug and they pulled out all the stops to get a chance at winning some serious money.I was constantly...surprised at the whims of human nature that favored sitting down at a betting table instead of getting a shot at one of the glamorous models that stalked the hallways and the private rooms of the paying guests. There was an entire multi-layered system of comps and perks for the gambling guests that left them with a feeling of getting something. Stop... no!" she gasped in half-anger as well as shamed fright. But the big man merely laughed, while simultaneously he pulled her to an awkward upright position on the bed and forcefully stripped her dress over her head to toss to one side as he pressed her back down on the satin coverlet once more."Now what did you think of that little maneuver, baby?" he rasped down at her, his evilly lecherous eyes raking hungrily over the soft white nakedness of the voluptuous young curves cringing beneath. ” Yuki bowed her head.“Ah.” Mike slammed the rest of his breakfast, then worked his way through his coffee. After being locked in an extra-dimensional wardrobe last month, the household had discussed heightened security for him, particularly if weird things started to happen. His mysterious shipment definitely qualified as weird. “Well, I guess we should get this show on the road, then.”“I’ll get Tink.” Beth left him alone with Yuki while he put his plate in the dishwasher.“So, I know this is a. He slid from his bed already naked, his cock not hard yet.He reached over and grabbed something off a chair and tossed it at me:“Wear this stuff, slut. You are going to be fucked like a real bitch…”Then I picked up what turned out to be a black lace thong from the floor at my knees. After I slipped it on, Jeremy smiled and whispered:“That’s looks nice, slut. Turn around and let me see that nice ass”. He moved over to cup and then slap my panty clad ass cheeks. Then he bent me at the waist and.