He would throw himself in the luxury of his work and continue to do so until it was time to close up the building. ****** ‘I saw Adrian yesterday Hu...ny.’ I stopped eating my sandwich and looked up at my dad. Our conversation was going so well before he mentioned him. We talked about our lives and what we have been doing for the past 2 years. I wasn’t expecting my dad to bring up Adrian. ‘Thats nice dad.’ I wasn’t sure what else to say. I never actually told my father what kind of man Adrian. Every time she lost there would be a string of profanity along with kicking the post beside her and lots of arm waving and cussing. Of course the audience was cheering her on, which just fueled the fire and made her actions more pronounced. She finally gave up. I was disappointed becausethe best show I had seen since I got to Vegas was over. I tried my luck at a few other one-armed bandits but was slowly losing my allowance for that day. I had about ten bucks left when I decided to get some. That's ever so much better than fucking a woman who lays there like a dead fish.Since there's no emotion on my part, I've learned to control my orgasms. I can go a full thirty minutes with no effort whatever and I enjoy it, making them beg for me to let go. My own personal record is almost two hours, but I've never hit that target again, nor come even close. That was the one woman for whom I really felt affection. Correction, she was the only one I ever loved.But I could tell that there was no. Des and none other than her sister, Nina, stood over me, each smiling as the latter licked her lips clean of Bacchus's cum and now tasted a drop of mine from her twat. Then Nina showed me where she had ripped up the check."This one's on me, lover. Des wanted me on the team and now she has me. I'm yours, too. Bet you never guessed why Des wanted to call that particular restaurant. I am why. I work there. It's too delicious not to try it. I want to be your slut, too, just as she is. My sister.