She told me about the flexibility of the hookers in Vegas. There were high class, middle class and low class…she being a middle. The middle class hu...g out in casinos and occasionally would walk the street between the hotels. She was flexible in pricing, depending on the customer and the time of night. The earlier it was the cheaper she would charge. The faster she could turn a trick, the better. By the time we finished, I had lost $100 on video poker and had bought her four drinks. She was. Kind of.“Do you like my breasts, Dexter?”“You are beautiful. Every inch of you, Annabelle.”“Touch them… hmm, your hands are so strong.”Annabelle lay back on her bed. She looked at the closet again and imagined Grant behind the door, helpless. Her breasts massaged and suckled by another man just a few feet from him, Grant would be wild at the image. She made her voice loud enough so that everyone could hear.“I’m so wet. I need you to touch me.”Dexter obliged. His significant fingers eased her. I took hold of the elastic of her knickers and pulled them down her legs and off. Now I could actually see Nigel’s fingers penetrating my wifes vagina. I said to Nigel “I think that it’s time that you fucked her” “are you sure?” he asked. “that’s what she wants” I replied. Sharon sat up so that Nigel could take off his trousers and underpants, he slipped them off revealing his long smooth circumcised penis its’ length which put mine to shame. Sharon lay back, forgot her wedding vows and. He couldn't. He attempted to talk. He couldn'tdo that, either. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open hiseyes. 'What's happened to me? Am I paralyzed?' he frantically thought.A sense of panic germinated in his bowels and quickly spiraled out ofcontrol. He would have trembled if he only could. The next morning...Lyuba stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry. She returnedto the bedroom and stood before the full-length mirror adjacent to thecloset. She dropped her gaze and.