" What?" shouted George and Beverly simultaneously."Well, the casino still owns your clothes, I believe," said John Cord with a sheepish grin."Oh, com... on," groaned Beverly, "Haven't we been through enough and haven't people seen enough of this old lady body?" I suppose we would be willing to sell your clothes back to you," laughed John."How much?" asked George."Oh, how about $500,000?" Fuck you very much, Mr. Cord," replied George."Undress then... your money is waiting for you downstairs. I. They ate and continued to talk about their families, the conversation soon turned to a sexual nature. Amy put her hand on Jason’s thigh and he stroked the side of her head. He pulled her in closer and began to kiss her wrapping his strong lips around Amy’s mouth and he slid his hand up her flimsy summery dress. Amy let out a small whimper as Jason realised she was not wearing any pants. He ran his finger from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit, feeling and spreading her wetness around her. I push forward until my nose rests against your pelvis, tears spilling down my cheeks as I swallow over and over again to suppress my gag reflex. Your cock throbs at the back of my throat. My own arousal is almost painful now, but pleasing you is so much more important. “Fuck,” you mutter. “What a damn slut you are!” Your hips thrust forward, forcing your cock deeper into my throat. I’m accustomed to being used this way, and remember to relax my throat and neck as I’m used as your personal. All great adventures begin with the first step. Don’t disappoint me. Most of all, don’t disappoint yourself. A world of pleasure awaits you. Be brave. Dress in white on Monday.”The weekend dragged on forever. Then it was Monday. I stood in the walk-in closet for a long time. Then I dressed and went to work. Happily, it was a bright Summer’s day, so my white slacks and white blouse fit in perfectly.I was like an Indian scout all day, eyes alert and scrutinizing every person I came into.