If nothing else, they had no idea which cashier I would use to cash out. In fact I did consider those things and always went to one farthest away from...where I was playing, then if the line was too long, I would head off randomly to another one. Only a stupid criminal would try to stalk me from the slots, to cashier to cashier. The security software monitoring the cameras would pick that up in a heartbeat. If not, the police would spot it after I reported being robbed after winning here.The. "Masculinity is ~so~ fragile." Heh. I laugh because honestly at that statement all i can do is laugh. If i get angry, protest, become involved, speak up about how degrading it feels to have women openly laugh at masculinity then i prove (as i'm sure this blog will eventually end up there, if so hello ladies) the statement right. But if i grin and bear it, not say a word and laugh at my brothers who do protest what i feel is the equivalent of blowing up feminism, then i only aid the problem. . Her top however, shows the slut. A black padded tank with spaghetti straps. It barely contains her tits. Too much jiggle or hard walking and they fall out. They're 42GG, there is a lot to see. With the padding she goes braless with this top. It can be done,but she has to step slowly. I love it because it let's her nipples poke through. Fully erect, her nipples are an inch long. You could hang a coat from them.We arrived. She went in and I hung out. Tonight I get to watch. She plays guys like. I stood up and stretched. I had been in that chair for over an hour. Amybrought out the dress and took it out of the garment bag. :"Very nice.Elegant and restrained. Not OTT. I like it." The dress was a red in anorganza material with a little stretch. It would hug my shape nicely.Jenny always liked the red on her."Ok, ready?" Amy had the laces of the corset and tightened, pulling in mystomach even more. I was quite slim, but this corset narrowed my waist byseveral inches to around 28 inches. It.