Slap. Grunts joined moans and groans. Our slapping bodies, the grunts, the moans and groans sounded like a assortment of jungle drums. Primitive. Hot!...eads of sweat gathered and ran. Some dripped off his body onto mine. He certainly wasn't making love with me like he did the night before. Plain and simple, my college boy was fucking me, slamming his cock into me hard and fast, and I loved it. "Fuck me, you sexy fucker!" Slap! "Fuck me!" Slap! "Fuck it to me!" I huffed the words between slaps. They plan most likely to give me a message. You do know that casinos just hate to lose money." I suggested."So you think they are following you to send a message that your business is no longer welcome. That makes no sense, they should be begging you to come back, so that they can recover their cash." he said. For one so young, Simon did pretty much know how the world worked."Perhaps it is because I beat the blackjack table using a betting system. You know how they hate when the odds are even?". That Sean was a miserable prick.I decided not to mention the whole affair to Kate, at least until things settled down and I could decide on my course of action. Of one thing I was certain. Sean would regret any harm or pain he brought to my family.Monday evening rolled around and Kate met me at the door with a cold beer and a bunch of questions."I hear you left the card game early Saturday night, Jason. Why was that?" fished Kate.I'm not good at telling lies. I had thought the whole thing over. It was quiet there and he explained that they were a group of friends who had booked me for a friend of theirs that was going in to the army, the house was the parents of one of his friends and they were all getting drunk and wanted to give him a good send off.He asked me if it was alright for them to take photos and i agreed, he then said he was going in to the front room to set things up, he said there was eight of them and they were going to blindfold him and tell him that he had a going.