You win, written on the inside of his arm. Then on the other arm, something that made Jossy gasp. A phone number.Jossy stood there watching those two...tanned arms outstretched, wondering what to do. Then as she put the binoculars down she saw that piece of paper patiently waiting for her on the table, a single black line unsullied by any decision, weighed down with the bottle. She glugged another glass of the Grenache and then reached for the phone.On the third ring it was answered.'You live in. It was ten o’clock and although I was sleepy, I gave up on my research and found a web site with eighteen-year-old girls, fucking and sucking. They were very helpful in my quest to jack-off as I sat mesmerized with my mouth hanging open. I always wondered who these girls are, as the girls I had dated wouldn’t fuck or suck me for candy, flowers and a shotgun pointed in their direction. Maybe I was just unlucky that way. George, one of my beer-drinking buddies told me to look for girls who had. I think she may have fallen over. We got back to the room and were pretty happy that we both got some pussy. A couple of night later we ran into the same woman on the elevator, just as drunk, with a really drunk friend. They followed us to our room and wanted to know where their husbands were. We told them to undress and lay on the bed and their husbands would be there in a minute to lay some pipe. We gave them another drink and the one from the other night said we should get some pussy since. She said nothing as she pulled up the contract and asked where I wanted the correction made, and made the changes, all with my hand on her tit. I expected her to say something. When she had saved the document and printed it, she turned, placing her hand over mine and turned back toward me, and began making small talk as I squeezed her tit with her hand over mine. I could feel her nipple tighten against the fabric and against my gentle squeezes. I was sure she was setting me up or that this must.