I needed to talk to her about that. She was too damned old and smart to not know how to wipe her butt!A word about Ashley: At sixteen years of age, sh... could best be described as a petite golden haired beauty. That hair was more properly described as a wavy mane that fell halfway down her back. It always appeared perfectly in place, but never seemed to be gelled or sprayed with any of that gunk other girls use to keep their hair under control. She'd just give her head a shake, run her fingers. He continued to take in the plump flesh of the heavy-set beauty at his table, as her motions continued to make her fat breasts jiggle, further exciting him. Later in the evening, he had eventually busted out of the game, never really catching another decent hand the rest of the game. Afterward, he sat at an empty table with some other players that had been knocked out, playing a pickup game of dealer’s choice. As he played, he continued to watch the buxom babe and his voluptuous wife who were. The lock remained firm and secure, and the girl continued to sleep peacefully, unaware of the lust-incited monster struggling with all of his strength to get at her.The cold steel bars remained firmly entrenched in their locked position. They would not budge nor give no matter how hard he tried to force them open. It was hopeless. He pressed his hot face against the cold metal bars, moaning out his frustrations to the sleeping beauty within the safe confines of the cage. She seemed coldly. ” Ash smiled at her and held out an impressive bouquet of wildflowers. “Y’all got some tight security. Miss Annngellllica Howard here wouldn’t let me in without an appointment.” Chris accepted the flowers and fixed him with a dirty glare. “It’s company policy. You could have given her your real name.” Ash smiled a bemused smile again. “Ah take it my flowers did not melt your heart?” Chris tried not to show the giggle she was feeling. “No. I have a briefing to prepare for. I can’t talk.