Being sober and chatted-up by a drunk man can both be fun and boring at the same time.He thought of himself a Sex King, smarmy and 'two-fingers-down-t...e-throat', sort of guy, my description, but it was my job to lead him along, and be seduced, so I succumbed to his verbal diarrhoea and admitted to seeing him and M, and added my own take on what turned me on sexually, so the stage was set and he prepared to add another scalp to his growing bedpost, as he went back to excuse himself and boast to. While I was waiting for the ball to drop, I noticed a red $5 chip on the croupier’s color layout for my color blue chips. I recounted my remaining chips, yep 75 of them. At $5 each that left me with $375 and the two I had placed on 29 black were about to pay 35 to 1. That means those two chips would soon have 70 friends coming back to my stack with them. A total stack of $735 if this all worked out. I had probably sat down initially and handed $500 to the croupier to get started.I don’t. He comes, he buys, he goes." Does he come at the same time each day?" Drew asked."Sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon just after I re-open after siesta," the woman replied."Thank you. It would be a big help if you didn't tell him someone is looking for him," Drew suggested.The woman simply shrugged and Drew hoped that meant she wasn't going to alert MacGovern. He bought a 2L bottle of water out of one of the store's many fridges and walked back out into the sunlight. Looking. My dick throbbed in her mouth. My face contorted with the bliss of what she did to me.She worked her lips up and down my dick. She suckled with such passion on me. She nursed with hunger. I groaned as my phoenix-twin loved my rod. Her warm mouth bathed me in her passion. My heart pounded, my nuts tightening.“That’s it, sister,” moaned Lasla. “Worship our brother’s dick. Just suck on him like that naughty slut that you are.”“Yes!” I groaned, savoring that mouth sucking on me. Just worshiping me..