My saliva is getting everywhere and I can hear him under his breath, saying, “That's right. Take it, you little slut.” When he finally pulls me up...by the hair, letting me take a breath, my face is wet with tears and saliva. “You're such a pretty little whore with tears streaming down your face,” he says and then shoves me back down onto his cock, thrusting upwards into my mouth, taking full control. I'm moaning through his thrusts, going, “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” with each breath.He then pulls me up. Something I can help out with?" he asked."Well actually, would you mind driving? See, it's a long story." and Irolled my eyes back, "My car was, I mean it's out of commission and I getto..." I didn't get to finish my sentence. The elevator stopped moving andthe doors opened. The noise and commotion of the casino crowd washed overus, drowning out our conversation. I stood frozen for a moment and itwasn't until James took my arm gently that I snapped out of it and we beganto walk toward the. Now let's go get some help," Mike said as he walked down the passageway.We walked into the garage and the Wyatt's were hugging their kids. Amber walked over and hugged me, and then Mike. She led us over to her family, and we shook hands with everyone. Where Arthur and Mary Hyatt were once middle age adults, going soft at their waistlines, they were now trim and fit. They both looked like they were eighteen or nineteen. Arthur even had a full head of hair, again. They were both wearing. We both stood to greet them when they arrived, walking over to the edge of our campsite. Watching the small woman walking towards us was a treat for me. Her figure can only be described as voluptuous. I figured her boobs to be at least forty-four inches and they were trying very hard to escape from the confines of her bikini as she approached. Her face was heart-shaped, very pretty, with wide, innocent --subsequently proved to be very misleading-- sparkling blue eyes, a small, pert nose,.