I said, “I’m not good at this kind of thing. Misty, you know I was married and that she died of cancer. Before we had started going together, I ha...n’t much any experience. I’ve only dated a few times since and then only casually. This is not an area in which I have experience or even a good idea about what to do.”“I had figured that, Taylor. That’s why I initiated this little meeting.”She paused, “Do you like kissing me, being with me, looking at me, talking with me?”“Yes. Yes, to all of those. Looking at some of the pictures more closely, I could tell that they were all taken right there, in that bedroom, on that bed. I felt my pussy get wetter as I browsed through the photos. Some of them were so crude; one had an attractive blonde on all fours, with a big rubber dildo in her butt.I'm no prude, I've had sex with three different guys, but I never knew about anal sex. The thought of it never crossed my mind, until now. There were about 20 pictures of that woman, and in all she had. What little makeup she had been wearing was smeared and streaked and there were some nasty looking bruises at either side of her pussy. I guess I was rougher than I thought. From the marks, it was pretty obvious I had created these when I took hold of her to fuck her ass. Remembering that scene started to work my cock back to life.It was time to consider how to best use and abuse my newest slave. I certainly had some ideas but I was really wondering how far I could push her into submitting to. "Robert, Elliott, Rajiv, Rudy and I kicked in our socks for the relatively measly price of five bucks without anything resembling the fanfare the women got. Nobody wanted to see any of our feet. The deal moved to Irwin, who called for Five Card Stud. I got lucky and pulled in the pot with three jacks; raises were running fifty cents a pop, so I hit another eighteen bucks or so. Jim took the pack, grinned from ear to ear, and announced, "The game is Mexican Sweat! Deuces and Jokers are.