My twenty-dollar quick-pick ticket cost me less than a movie ticket, a large bucket of popcorn, and a large drink at an evening showing of a new relea...e movie. A movie is a couple of hours of enjoyment, and my lottery ticket will allow me to play my What If game for several days with a very remote chance at winning some serious money; even if it isn’t the Jackpot Prize.I slipped my Lottery Ticket and debit card back into my wallet, and took my bottle of Bourbon out to my car. On the way home, I. . wasn't much. Some slimming, navy blue boxers and matching ankle-high socks. I looked all around the couch, hoping something had simply fallen over the side somewhere, but that was it. Three little articles of clothing. I hurriedly put them on, then reached for the towel to cover what I could of myself when a gentle knock came from the door and Sierra stepped in. "Hi, Eric," she said sheepishly, making her way over to sit beside me. "Surprise!" "What's going on?" I said, after a stunned. Soon my crotch was soaking wet with her saliva and it was nasty. Her whole face was covered and her make up was running. I needed to fuck. I let her up and threw her onto the couch. I had her legs on the back of the couch and I stood behind it. I feed my cock into her and fucked her from the top. Her head was bent and she was looking up at me. I fucked her hard. Her saliva and pussy juice mixing into a very slippery concoction. Her pussy was making all sorts of squelching sounds and she was. Ken glanced over at the graphic which showed that only the left nipple was turned red presently. He also loved how the program could be set up to run completely random parameters with certain limits; Ken only had to specify max power, max-time on and max-time off, and away it went. There were other adjustments, in case he wanted to concentrate on a specific body part for instance, but he hadn't used any of those this time. He could feel the corresponding pulses of lust from his bound slave.It.