There was an entire multi-layered system of comps and perks for the gambling guests that left them with a feeling of getting something for nothing eve... though they might have lost a bundle at the gambling tables.Even the most gorgeous of the showgirls understood how important it was to lure the gullible prospects down to the gaming tables to get them started down that road to perdition that left them with empty pockets and a feeling that they had been fleeced by professionals. I was getting. Then he was pointing at Jake. Jake grabbed his stomach. As he fell, Jake looked toward the bar at Béla, pain and shock written on his face. The man turned and began striding across the bar toward her. He was pointing at her, now. It was too dark in the bar for Frank to actually see the gun the stranger was holding.Frank heard Béla scream in rage, then his view was blocked like a curtain had just been pulled across the middle of the room. He heard several popping sounds that he recognized as. "I'll take my jeans off." He said.He took his jeans off and was incredibly self conscious about his cock. He got straight back on top of me and now only my panties and his underpants separated his cock from my cunt. This felt incredibly different. This was a whole new ball game. I could feel his cock very, very clearly now, rubbing up and down on my cunt. I could feel the roundness of it whereas before when he was wearing his jeans, all I could feel was a bulge.Everything felt different. I. I’m yours.”“Great! Now, breakfast!”I spent all post-breakfast morning and an hour of post-lunch time catching up on the diary. It was a day of sharp focus, so I got a lot written, although I did have to ask the other girls for some details that I thought I had out of order, and some I did. We all dressed and took Inez to the airport in the Sprinter. Shortly after departing the house, Inez turned around in the front bench seat to talk to us.“For any of you that are amazed at what you saw me do.