I wasn’t’ She gulped, giving Martin a quick smile of appreciation when he put his arm around her shoulders. ‘Chantal, I’m pregnant.’ ‘Grea.... You’re pregnant.’ Jean-Claude violently grabbed her arm, trying to wrench her away from his fiancée. ‘Now, will you get the fuck out of here!’ ‘It’s Jean-Claude’s baby.’ ‘What?’ Chantal’s response was so light that Martin thought that she was going to pass out. ‘Don’t listen to her, Chantal. She’s just jealous … ‘ ‘Then listen to me.’ Martin said, staring. It made me sick again, I vomited it all up. At the same time the girl turned back around, she then shit a couple more times on the piss soaked floor.“Please Sarah don’t make me do this.”“Why not whore? Do you want me to pay you like you was a drug up Street whore!”“Please Sarah, I’m so sorry.”The girl said “I’m going to fuck your ass, at the same time I want you to eat the rest of my shit.She got behind me and pushed her strap-on into my ass.I started to cry, I looked up at Sarah, I ask her;. I had a feeling this would not be hard since I was dressed in something short and provocative with five inch stiletto heels. I thought to myself that these heels needed to be wrapped around someone’s neck tonight.As I enter the casino, I noticed a gentlemen who, come to find out, had been gambling at the casino all afternoon and things had not been going his way. During the course of the afternoon we happened to sit next to each other playing the slots. We exchanged some light conversation as. Her hands kept jerking me, and I got as hard as I ever get. "Fucking thing must be 15 inches long," she whispered. Then she started sucking me again. She couldn't get more than a couple of inches into her mouth, but she made the most of them. Her tongue moved against my glans, and sometimes she crashed me into the back of her mouth, making a little "Mmmpf!" noise when she did it.I knew I was ready to cum, and so did she, probably by the swellings and jerkings of my cock. She jerked harder and.