‘You are on-time, that’s one less punishment for you – but you know why you are here and why you are to be punished. I don’t ask much from you...slut, but your messages to me are getting shorter and less frequent, that is not how to please your master’ I turned my head and opened my mouth to defend myself….’DON’T SPEAK SLUT’ your voice cut through me like a knife and I closed my mouth sharply. ‘Your cunt is wet – you truly are a slut – you can’t wait for me to punish this ass can you’? I don’t. But joyful noises weren't only emanating from the recorded images.Quigley's eyes went wide. He spotted the loveseats, couches, and futons spread across the expanse. Many of the cushions were occupied with couples, threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes in various stages of undress, enjoying each other's bodies, making liberal use of the condoms distributed in numerous plastic fish bowls."I wonder if they are actors, or-" I definitely saw them, them, and them in line ahead of us," Quigley stated,. "Feel how hot you are inside." You whimper softly. "This pussy is mine." You shudder. "Roll your hips at your fingers. Keep your fingers still." I lean forward and flick my tongue over your lips."God, Sir," you moan."Fuck your fingers." You start sliding them in and out. "Fuck them." You gasp, fucking them harder. "Push at them. Use your hips." Goddd..." Stop." You hold still and whimper softly. "Don't move. Slide them slowly out." You tremble as you do. "Good girl. I want you to pinch your. It was late and we were tired but the guys were anxiousto have a go at the tables to play their luck. I walked around the slot machines and looked for a lucky one. I found one with a picture of Elvis on it and decided that would be it, after all, he was the king of Las Vegas! " Bring me good luck". I whispered silently to the king. Well, he must've heard me because after playing around with $30 bucks in change, the machine started making all kinds of noises and lights started blinking on and.