‘Where do we go and what do we need to do to collect our winnings?’ ‘I’ll take care of everything for you, ma-am.’ The pit boss said polite...y. He turned to the croupier, ‘Tommy, would you pack the chips in that satchel!’ Peggy who liked to take charge of things turned to the nattily dressed pit boss smiled and handed him a handful of thousand dollar casino chips…’ Thank you for everything. This is for you and the croupier.’ The pit boss smiled and Tommy, the croupier, nodded his appreciation. Her name is Marty."Sheila bounced Marshall on her lap; "Do we need to get security, now that we're on TV again?"Several of the others murmured in agreement.Bob nodded, "It wouldn't hurt. I'll call first thing in the morning and get something set up like we had last time. Does everyone still have those little stickers on their bumpers we gave out the last time?"Tammy raised her hand, "I don't." Remind me after we break up and I'll put one on your car. The stickers allow the security guys to wave. She counted no less than seven of the nasty things and they had just completed their second night of carnal passion.Greta Simmons and her husband Ronald had enthusiastically ventured on the second honeymoon to re-ignite the fire in their married life. They had been married almost five years now and the bloom was off the roses. It was not that Greta didn’t look quite attractive in her mid-thirties way with her over-sized bosom and her high-cheeked bottom. The husband Ronald was truly a gentleman. I could hear his wife yelling from the back porch. "James they know what to do. Now leave them alone and get out here I need your cock in me now. . ." the sound of her voice tapered off as the door shut.I looked down at Julie and realized she never missed a beat. Her head was still bobbing back and forth on my hard shaft even while her father was looking at us. The thought of this drove me wild. I brought my hands down to the back of her head and grabbed clumps of her hair and forced her to.