During the meal they touched on a few subjects but mainly talked about gambling and blackjack. Bob tested her knowledge by asking what she would do in...certain situations and she came back with the correct answer. She knew how the game should be played but was too nervous to play it alone. Bob made a pact that he would go with her to a table and help her play. That way the protocol and mechanics of the game would be explained to her and she would become familiar with them.Jan was excited about. “No, Alessandro, you idiot.”“Here? Now? What do you mean?”“He’s in town, and he called me up.” The only reason he called is because he wants to fuck me,” Brandi thought. “I gave him your address. I knew your Mom would be out, and I figured…” Brandi shrugged.“I’ll get in trouble,” Candi said immediately. “I’m not allowed to have boys over when my parents aren’t home.”“They’ll never know,” Brandi said.Candi calculated the odds of being discovered, the thrill of having a Bad Boy in her bedroom,. " Why are you telling me this now?" she asked."I didn't want you to find out by walking in on me while trying on your bra or something, and the urge has been too strong. We, transvestites, at least some of us, try to quit but the urge is always there and surfaces occasionally. When I watch you get dressed, I get the urge and... well instead of you catching me and becoming mad, I had to tell you. To get it out in the open and talk openly about it." You've tried my things on?" she asked."No, not. I WANT TO GET FUCKED,I ADMITTED. AND I DONT MUCH CARE IF ITS WRONG IT CANT BE WRONGEIF WE BOTH WANT THE SAME THING MY b*****r ASSURED ME.THE CREDITS WERE ROLLING ACROSS THE SCREEN BUT NEIL AND I TURNED OUR ATTENTION BACK TO EACH OTHER. I WANT IT DOGGY, I ADMITTED IN A SEMI-BASHFUL VOICE, BEFORE GOING UP ON MY HANDS AND KNEES. MY b*****r BUMPED HIS FACE PLAYFULLY AGAINST THE CURVES OF MY TREMBLING ASS. AND I FELT HIS BREATH TICKLE ME BETWEEN THE THIGH AS HE LICKED THE SEXY SALT OFF MY SKIN.THEN.