"I like that," Rhonda hissed, screwing her wet cunt up around Ted's probing finger. She sucked greedily at his tongue and groaned loudly as his finger...fucked in and out of her squirming pussy.Pushing Ted's hand away from her crotch, the stacked woman fumbled at his zipper, anxious to get his cock out of his pants. She had been thinking about his cock all evening as she watched it tent the front of his pants, and she could hardly wait to feel it in her mouth and pussy. She had some trouble. Seated on the couch, short skirts failed to hide a hint of white panty, and low tops afforded plenty of breasts to be viewed.“Could we interest you in a drink or two?” Rob asked.“Trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me, I hope?” Wendy teased.Marie helped to prepare their drinks and glanced at Dan and Wendy. “They see the magazines and are looking through them!” She whispered to Rob. He noticed Wendy showing Dan several pictures. “And they found the porn movies, just like we wanted!”“We. She watched the blurry outline of him in the total darkness, expecting him to enter the bathroom. He did not. He went to the other bed, leaned over it, then another man moved out of the bed and groped his way toward her. Suddenly, she was frightened.She moved slightly hoping to avoid the closeness of him, then felt his hands on her stomach, then they moved to her breasts. She gasped from the shock of the coldness of them. Suddenly his lips were on hers, gently, almost shyly, and her fear. The next group of players in this drama had pretty much finished all of their parts, but I did need them for one last bit of haydukery and secretive mayhem. Starting this morning, I had a small group of several young male PI's making harassing phone calls to the Casino with untraceable cell phones, pretending to be members of the New Celestial Covenant Church. We knew that the zealots didn't have phones, but Wes wouldn't know that until it was way too late. I reminded our would-be faux zealots.