Of course she could afford the money, but she was concerned that her gambling addiction was returning. She had rationalised playing the slot machines ...s a form of amusement that did not involve interacting with others; but she was smart enough to know a rationalisation from the truth.She stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of scotch and two packets of cigarettes and then headed back to the Crest hotel vowing that tonight she would only go out for a meal and would stay clear of the. Holding your breath and valuing my cock above your need for air. You nod and kneel between my legs. The vibrator turns up a notch as you start stroking me with your hand and fondling my arse with the other. I watch as your head goes down and takes the tip of me into your mouth. Your hair fanning out in the water. You take a deep breath and move down as far as you can. Finger pressing into my arse. You know that’s my weak spot and you intend to use it. Working deep. Your fingernail is painful. In the thirteen weeks there she had been slapped repeatedly, punched, kicked, and pinched. Her big breasts had seemed to be an inviting target and they had been so bruised and swollen before boot camp ended she had gone up a cup size.The DIs had been merciless, and she had always been a target. It wasn't that she was clumsy or dumb, just that she had never had to do for herself. There was a maid back home to clean up and make the bed. A valet to help dress her and a cosmetologist to do her. The town had grown off to one side and, what had once been the centre, was now a suburban area on the outskirts. Orderly streets of small tenement rows of miner’s housing, that had gone through a period of decline and decay when the mines closed, to be slowly reborn as new industry arrived and younger people wanted somewhere to live. Slowly the area grew smarter as people took pride in their surroundings.And stuck right in the middle was the pub. My pub! I’m Dana and I’m the proud owner and.