Before abouteighteen months ago, Basil got to squirt about once a week. It was a painfuldeal?Lindy teased him as much as she could, and around bedtime...every night,they?d had a ritual. Basil wouldstand naked in front of Lindy as she was dressed in a snug white T-shirt andleather skirt and boots (she was a punk rock girl then). Lindy would say ?Startjerking, scuzz-bag? and Basil would tentatively begin touching and playing withhis cock as Lindy verbally abused him. ?You pitifullittle faggot, you. We decided to take a walk down the strip and catch the sights. On every corner there was a man handing out these brochures for escorts and of course we took them. We headed back to the room and we looked over the brochures and we were both tempted to call an escort, but in the end we decided to save our money for the blackjack tables. Tom started to undress and of course he had no underwear on, normally that wouldn’t be a problem but tonight we were sleeping in the same bed. He was walking. I loved the hard contact, the physicalness of her touches there and other places. She was a damn fine kisser, the way her tongue explored my mouth, the way our tongues battled each other as they f***ed their way back and forth between her mouth and mine, all so nice. Love not needed right now, just a good fuck. As my fingers shoved their way into her cunt, it was sopping wet like the tides had come in and not gone out yet. ‘Oh baby that feels good. Love those fingers inside me.’ She pulled me. It was Quanta and I immediately switched to French to speak to him. I laid out what had happened and the quick actions I needed him to take before we got settled into the hotel. I also told him to check his mail as I had sent ahead all our measurements so that we wouldn't need tailors to meet us at the hotel. We talked for a couple of minutes more before I switched back to English."Quanta, we will stay the night, but I want us on a jet out of here as early in the morning as you can arrange it..