Ash and I didn’t really understand them, but stood by their sides like good straight girlfriends. It was exciting when they won; Ash and I played so...e of the slots and joked that we were playing "Sluts & Slots." Some drunken guys thought they would hit on us. A cute cocktail waitress wearing a very sexy outfit kept bringing us drinks, and we were having fun and flirting with her. But I wanted to go to a titty bar to see some hott Vegas girls and get a lap dance--or "whatever"!!! That didn’t. He was standing, holding the paddle and waiting. I obeyed without question.As I lay there waiting – while getting a few little taps with the paddle – I couldn’t help thinking that my choice of lingerie, for that day, couldn’t have possibly been worse. This WAS one guy who really got turned on by that combination! My bare little ass was framed perfectly by the garter belt, the garters and the stocking-tops…a genuine target to turn him on. There was one last little tap from the paddle, he placed. Their mouths met, and she thrust her tongue thirstily into his lips. His hairy chest pressed down upon the hard nipples of her tits, and his throbbing shaft nestled along her belly. So groovy, she thought, so damned wonderful and crazy, and so beautiful. She ran her tongue around inside his mouth, feeling his teeth, his inner cheeks and the thick movement of his own tongue, all wet and hot. Their breaths mingled, and their teeth raked. . Now, if someone else is going to pay, I’m not averse to mixing with Hooray Henries. What they would make of me on the other hand was a different matter completely. To them, I was one of the hoi polloi. Mind I was a little taken aback by the cost of hiring a bleeding diner jacket. Kathy picked me up from my house in a bloody Bentley, which turned out to be her father’s company car, complete with his chauffeur behind the wheel. I got the feeling that she had decided that my old LR was the sort of.