Gently, he pushed one forefinger against her tightness."Mmmm..." she breathed.Ever so slowly, he pushed the tip of his finger in. She gave a little ga...p, and he stopped."Don't stop, Fred! Give it to me!"Fred carefully pushed his oily, syrupy finger into her ass, feeling the tight muscles. She moved her hips in tiny motions, back and forth, learning the feel of these new sensations. It was delicious, and she couldn't believe it had taken her this long before trying it.Gently, Fred pushed another. The eldest was almost 17, the youngest 15 (she had skipped a year and was perhaps the most mature student in the year). In their traditional school girl uniforms the bi sexual Cassandra could not help but admire them. She herself was dressed far more appropriately than the first time she had come to the school, she wore a black suit with a skirt cut respectably above her knees and a white blouse that showed little of her assets, but hinted at much. Good afternoon girls, Charles had agreed that. Everybody knew that those were crooked.Anyway, I went for a week, making enough to get by, but steadily learning the trade. One rich rancher did drop in on the game on Friday night, and he lost a little over $200. He was really pissed off, but he did not accuse me of cheating. I was glad of that, because I really didn't want to have to shoot him.The next week, I started to win more, and the bartender wanted a bigger cut of the pie. We negotiated, and I agreed to pay him 5% of my winnings. He. " We'll worry about that when it happens. Remember, we were apart for months and months when you were in Japan."We went out for pizza.In the morning we took the train to the zoo. We spent some time in the reptile house and then walked past the construction of the lion enclosure towards the "Amazon Aviary," as Rachel wanted to see the multi-colored birds. We went to the Lakeside Bistro for lunch and then spent the afternoon at the Australian bush exhibit. There was less visible than when it was.