Once he was satisfied, he stood close to her, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her cheek. "You're a filthy little whore, aren't ...ou?" he whispered coarsely, patting her wetness, causing her to both flush with embarrassment and come yet another time, adding to the pools which had formed on the floor at her feet, her come gushing over and over. He knew just the words to say to humiliate her, knew just how to get her where he wanted her, and she loved him all the more. She had her back to me, and I admired her ass while she put the bra from the set on. Then came a surprise. Pat put a black garter belt on and then black stockings.I had always liked Pat in a garter belt and stockings, but she hadn't worn them for quite a while.Next was a black skirt. The skirt had a slit up the right-hand side that went past her stocking top. From a hanger, Pat got her white blouse and put that on. She turned to face me and asked, "What do you think?" Great," I told Pat, but at. Showdowns are not that common; mostly everyone but one person folds before you get to the point where you show the cards.”“Strange. When we played poker when I was younger, we always showed our cards.”“Hold ‘Em is different. I bet you were playing stud or draw.”“5-card draw, mostly, yes,” she replied.“Learn Hold ‘Em,” I replied. “It’s a great mental game.”“In my spare time! Dave, when do you think you can have the design document fleshed out?”“Give me two weeks. Once you approve, we’ll get. She took her jeans off and quickly put on the skirt. The pilot came on and told us that we were number 4 in a line to take off. Each plane was being de-iced before taking off so it would be roughly another hour. The cabin lights were turned off.~This sucks. I grabbed her head and started making out with her. I quickly slipped my hand under her skirt to which she readily opened her legs. I ran my fingers over her thong and could feel how wet she was. I kept rubbing along side the edges of.