There was no sleep for me that night, and the following morning after Bob set off for work with a spring in his step and a glow on his face, I reached...for the phone and called Fiona.At eleven o'clock, I was sitting on the terrace at the Marriott Hotel, waiting for Fiona. I had no distinct memories of how I got there, having dressed and driven with little conscious thought. I pushed my glass of white wine back and forth, and nibbled out of habit rather than hunger on the appetizer I'd ordered so. She gives a little shriek, lets go of my cock and latches on to my neck to keep from toppling backwards into the water. I decide to ignore her protests and her attempts to get up and away from me and instead hold her tight with one arm and slide my left hand between her thighs, then up.Her eyes widen and her back goes straight when I touch her pussy through the suit. I let my fingers slide up and down, tracing her slit. She feels spongy-soft and swollen and I swear I can feel her twitch when I. Walt had an inspiration. If he were going to get a divorce, he would need grounds. What better grounds than that his wife had begun engaging in prostitution? Not only would the grounds be adultery, but a whole patter of illegal activity. Any judge in the state would be so disgusted that he wouldn’t even listen to a question of alimony. He’d just tell her that she could fall on her back and earn her own damn alimony. Hell, Walt would only have to threatening to expose her disgusting behaviour in. The other men in the room immediately began getting themselves ready to leave. In all the excitement, I couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking me and what was in store for the rest of the evening.I walked through the casino on Sam’s arm surrounded on all sides by what I was now certain to be his bodyguards. All eyes on the casino floor were now on us and we had to be an interesting sight: A tall, provocatively dressed, young, blonde girl on the arm of a shorter, older Italian man.