‘I’m exhausted. Don’t attempt to fuck me until I check out your suitability as a sexual partner,’ she murmured, looking exhausted. He unstrapp...d the blanket from the back tray of the SUV, wrapped her in it and laid her on the ground. She was already asleep. Minutes later he heard the grinding transmission of the farm truck in low gear as it bashed through scrub over stony and muddy terrain, heading towards them. His father and Lenny called him a hero and his mom just kissed him affectionately.. Corrigan and the woman. It was his daughter. From the file that Peter handed to me, I figured that their relationship was more of incestuous than paternal. ‘James R. Corrigan, you son of a bitch! Gotcha!’ I thought. I went through the file a couple of times, arranging the pages and going through the photos, mostly to choose the right ones that would make him give me what I want without wasting time. I compiled everything and got myself ready to leave. I reached his mansion around half past. As I puzzled over his remark he showed me by suggesting I look out at the man standing at the urinal, I did, much to his delight. 'You see his big cock', he asked my excitedly, I just nodded, my attention distracted as I felt his hand stroke my thigh, first starting on my hip and down my dress, and onto my bared flesh, then back up, under my dress and onto my hip, resting momentarily, before descending back down and up again.I refocused on the urinal, as more men went to it and showed me their. The men were nice enough about it though. They all said I was so pretty, I didn't have to "by in" (whatever that meant). They were all so big and muscular! Is that typical for poker?The guys suggested I use my clothes as money to play! Men! You're all the same. (Except some like to humiliate their wives and go suck cocks behind their wive's back...). They thought I couldn't see what they were after. It was pretty obvious. Play with my clothes instead of chips!But, guess what? I did! It.