That was reserved for the special gamblers in La Domaine Riche; however, the patrons knew that these were the casino's latest victims, proud losers......now proud naked losers."You will receive a cashier's check in a moment for $500,000 and a little document for the United States government's tax people. We are in the middle of the Caribbean, but we still cooperate fully with the IRS here." John Cord chuckled even though what was funny about his statement was not clear. "Then you can walk out of. But only for 2.3 seconds. Then I could move again. Nature can be as fast as a super car, and I kissed her back.This was no friendly, gee-I-guess-I-never-kissed-you-so-maybe-I-should-try-that kiss. This kiss communicated hunger on a level I’d never experienced before. I’d made out with girls plenty of times, and some of those kisses had gotten steamy as hell, but they paled to the level of “Night-night, sleep tight” things, when compared to kissing Valerie.And, in this world of 80 MPH. "Turn around, on your knees," we were ordered. "Keep those assholes clenched and don't spill a drop."We both complied and were rewarded with the same cocks that were just in our asses filling up our mouths. I tasted my own shit for the second time that night as Christina enjoyed that same filthy experience behind me. She coughed and gagged almost immediately."That's disgusting, please don't make me eat my own shit," she begged."Too bad slut, you shouldn't dish it out if you can't take it," Mike. "Oh, you dirty bastard," she yelled as I flicked her bunghole like a clit. Dirty bastard or not, she loved every second as she shouted, "Do it harder, you twisted fuck. That feels so fucking good! Faster, faster!"I pressed my middle finger sideways against her leaking box. My only intent was to lube up my finger before pushing it into her rectum. I moved in slowly but didn't stop until it was past the second knuckle. Mary clenched hard and hit another zenith. This time there was definite.