I said, “I still don’t see a wet spot.”Marsha smiled and lifted her ass up off the chair. I took the hint and reached out to grab a hold of both...sides of her waistband. I pulled them toward me exposing her nice fur covered mound. I pulled them down her legs and off from her feet.She said, “I know what the problem is…they are completely wet. That is why you can’t see a spot. You made me much wetter than usual. I may need to wear pads if I work for you.”I put her panties up to my face, I smelled. Then she told him that whatever he did to any other female that he had better do it to her too. He didn’t seem to understand but I knew from the evil grin that she had on her face. When she got home he would find out too.While we were waiting for Tiffany to come in Desiree kissed me and grabbed my crotch. I was half-hard when Tiffany entered. Desiree told her to strip naked like Jeremy had. Reluctantly she did as instructed. After all she knew that if she didn’t go through with the agreed upon. ”Two days later, Oscar was in Las Vegas. Returning from a late lunch, Oscar, dressed in blue jeans and white shirt, walked through the Casino. Slot machines were ringing while people fed bills into them and pushed buttons. The place was busy, but not all that crowded. He approached the gambling tables and watched a couple of people play blackjack. He thought about trying it, but upon seeing everyone lose when the dealer turned over a black jack, he decided against it.He had just turned towards. I threw off my shirt. I slowly crawled onto the bed on all fours. Mr. Smith's eyes were still closed. I put my hand against his thigh and rubbed him up and down. 'Mr. Smith,' I whispered. His eyes opened and he lifted his head to find me right below him. He smiled devilishly and said 'Hola, (my name).' I pushed myself closer to him and put my tongue down his throat. As we made out, I grabbed his hard cock and started stroking it. He put his hand on the back of my head as our lips pushed against.