“I would never have guessed to look at you, that you are a billionaire!” Beth said.“What does a billionaire look like?” I asked laughing, “I...have never even spoke to a bank in my life, my sisters and I were brought up in a middle class family. We weren’t short of money but we were taught that self-worth meant so much more. Hey! I seem to be the idle one, both my sisters are training to be doctors and yet they should also be called billionaires! So what does a billionaire look like?”“Well I. "I said, "Call him. Maybe if you are sober next time you'll know more about it." I handed her her cell phone and she said basically what I told her to. At one point she looked at me and said, "When? Well...?"I whispered, "Tell him whenever your home and I'm at work; but to call first."She whispered, "My God; you want me to tell him that?"I said, "Tell him." She did and hung up. "What if our daughter is here?" She already knows you had sex with him; in fact, she set it up. You listened to her;. He taps the table in front of him, indicating to the dealer he wants another card. He pauses as he assesses the situation. A count of 12. Ouch. I don’t envy this decision. He taps again. Bust. “Well, that’s it for me I guess,” Mr. Hottie looks my way and finishes with, “Maybe my luck will be better somewhere else.” He’s looking straight at me when he’s saying these words. He tosses his last two chips at the dealer for a tip. Generous, I like that. I stare down at the pile of chips in front of. Ellen let out a low, exasperated sigh as she inched closer to the three figures sprawled out on the sand below her. She could make out the shape of Jennifer's features. God! She was really enjoying it, Ellen whispered unbelievingly to herself. Her sister's mouth contorted into a lewd smile, her tongue licking softly at her wetly parted lips. Her eyes were half-closed, her brow furrowed as if in deep concentration, and her thighs were making a salacious grinding movement that swished softly.
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