Sure, she worked for both of them as a prostitute, but he looked after her, paid all the bills and always made sure she had money to spend when she wa...ted it. He often told her he loved her, and always treated her with respect and kindness, he never abused her or belittled her in company, and instead he always made her feel like his queen. Put simply, they loved each other; they just lived a different life style to most other people, one that they both enjoyed. They were both highly sexed and. She was being finger fucked for the first time in her life, and she was loving it. His rock hard pecker was standing straight up, pre-cum oozing from its tip and running down his six inch shaft. Now he was jerking that shaft as he finger fucked her, trying to bring relief to himself as well as her. How he wanted to shoot his load into her but that would have to come on another day, this was their first sexual encounter and he didnt want to press his luck. Suddenly she popped up off the bed and. As I approached Traci jumped up with a look of embarrassment on her face. Before I could say anything she said, “Roy, I haven’t been completely honest with you. I am from Memphis and I did play poker for five years, but I didn’t come to Las Vegas to be a professional poker player, even if I could. I work for this casino in their security department, and this is my boss Bill Ryan.” “Security?” I thought. Ryan stood up and shook my hand as he said, “Roy, sit down and I’ll explain everything. “We. We’ll all learn better as we go.”Do people really keep people as pets? Isn’t that some kind of slavery? Still, there has to be something in the person that makes them want to be a servant or something. If someone tried to enslave me, what would they have to threaten to get me to obey them? That was pretty simple. Threaten my family and I’d do anything. I had a lot of learning to do.I’d never thought of art as being a dangerous profession. When we got to Sharon’s house, it started almost faster.