I closed my eyes and let my mind wonder back to the evening before. As I remembered the taste of Carol's juicy pussy and the velvety feel of her lips ... felt that warm feeling on my prick again. That little fox was just teasing me. I gave a deep sigh and opened my eyes. I got the fright of my life. Mrs. Marshall was deep -throating my hard cock. She looked up and our eyes met. She slid her mouth from my cock and moved up the bed. As I started to speak she silenced me with a deep kiss; I tasted. We counted the quarters. I know, you go to the cashier and she throws your bucket of quarters into a machine and in mille-seconds the machine says how much money you are to be paid. However, tourists like to count their quarters, so we counted, drank, and talked. I thought, ‘This is a completely dysfunctional relationship. She believes in luck and I believe luck is the narcotic of a tourist. She talks to slot machines, I hate them. She thinks poker playing all night is idiotic, but that is my. At 18 she was already big built, with breasts already hitting around a 38D, her arms and legs were muscular from playing sports. It was a good thing she was busy drying the water from her face and hair because otherwise she would have wondered why I was staring at her not as a mother but as someone who wanted to taste what her skin tasted like. I watched as a bead of water slide from her neck downwards between her breasts, wanting to follow it with my tongue as it rolled across her stomach. ’‘Jason, I don’t do kind. I’m a bitch. Anyone here will tell you that. They all know I’m a bitch.’‘I am sure everyone has the greatest respect for you Amanda.’‘Don’t bullshit me, Jason. They hate my guts and more to the point they are all scared of me. I like it like that. Keeps them on their toes. So Jason, you owe me and you can start paying me back tonight. Be at this address at 9pm and don’t be late. Come by taxi. I don’t want your crapppy car parked outside my apartment and you may not be.