"The Bellagio," I smiled. "And if everything goes well, you could be the Las Vegas Director within a year or two." You're kidding, right?" he laughed...."Last I heard Terry Benedict owned the Bellagio." He did," I said. "Until I forced him out." Wow," the hotel manager of the Desert Rose said. "I could be managing the Bellagio, the Mirage and the MGM Grand in a couple years?" As well as the Venetian, the Tuscany, the Westin Casuarina, and the Golden Nugget." Holy shit! How'd you manage to own all. However, the timing for this hard-on was not as inappropriate as it seemed.As Saira’s fears passed, she began to feel my hard cock pressing against her. Her cheeks turned red, but she didn’t make any effort to pull away. And we stood there, locked in our embrace, our eyes met.Beyond her embarrassment at feeling my hard-on, I sensed in Saira a need to be held. I did so without a word until she finally relaxed her grip and allowed her feet to touch the ground. She quickly returned to her work and. “You’ve been a bad boy, but it looks like I can punish you again though,” he said with a wicked grin. By now Bruce was trying to pull out his knot and stretching my ass, I moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the knot finally left my slutty ass. Cum was leaking in a small dribble, only to be licked up by Bruce, being ever considerate to cleanup his mess. My sarcastic thoughts abandoned me though as soon as i felt that rough tongue start lapping at my ass, the rough almost sand paper. Stacy tries to punch and push at his chest, but it's like hitting chiseled rock; she can't fight him off, and as his prick pushes into her, she finds that her vagina's already given up the fight and parts all too willingly to allow her new daddy to fill her up. "AAHAAAAAAAA!!!" Stacy screams as Dave's cock shoves its way all up inside her, the force of entry lifting her tight little ass slightly off the countertop as he presses his shirt-covered chest hard against hers, holding her down. He.