I got my picture taken about a million times and a cashiers check ... and a tax document."You should ring off the win," a cute girl suggested."How to ... do that?" Stick a twenty in it and pull the arm." Ok."I did like she asked ... the wheels spun ... I turned away ... Flashing lights, sirens, horns ... I'd won again. The manager ... who hadn't left yet ... got all bug eyed. He whispered to the cute girl and she took off. She was back in a few minutes with a second check ... and the tax man .... “Sorry. We are working a vice sting down the street, and I thought you were a working girl!” My mouth opened in shock, as I finally realized what he was saying.“Excuse me” I said with a touch of anger, holding up my left had so he could see my ring, “I am here to meet someone, but I assure you that I am not here to sell my body!” His eyes narrowed for a moment, then he asked to see my ID. I fished through my small clutch, and pulled out my driver’s license, doing my best to appear as. Emma took a step back, feeling rather intimidated. Taking hold of her, Lacey turned them both around so they were side on to Mike and, putting her hands on Emma’s shoulders, started to move her face closer to the young woman’s. Emma started to breathe fast, uncertain but determined to do this. Lacey’s lips touched hers in the most gentle of kisses. Emma glanced over at Mike in embarrassment, seeing him stare in rapt attention at the two of them. She suddenly felt those soft lips again, this. My balls felt as if they were five pounds each. “Lets do now baby,” I said. “I want to fuck you now.” “Oh yeah,” she replied. “Give it to me now honey.” I moved to kneel between her legs. She elevated her knees and spread them wide. I slid a pillow under her ass for an easier and deeper penetration. I slid my cock up and down her waiting slit, to lubricate the penetration. What was a short time ago, a pretty pink pussy, was now a sopping wet, red cunt, begging for a fucking. Her size.