I stopped at the black jack table to gamble. I won one thousand dollars. I left went to the craps table. I played for a while and didn't do very good....I looked at my watch damn it was close to 6:00p.m., shit I'm late. I dropped my last of chips. "Five hundred on the hop six and six," I said to the stickman. Up came twelve, and just won fifteen thousand. I cashed out and hurried to the Tequila bar, where I told Joyce I would meet her at. The fifteen thousand will more than cover our two day stay. On an impulse she kissed the golden chai around his neck, the Jewish symbol of life. ‘L’chaim,’ she breathed. ‘To life.’ ‘Let’s live long and prosper,’ said Dan. ‘Very good, Mr. Spock.’ Dafna rolled on her back, eyes closed against the glare. Curled at her side, Dan found her simply breathtaking. The ponytail, the light lipstick, the ragged breathing of arousal, and her warm good heart made him feel unbearably tender toward her. Everything just felt right. ‘I love you, my dear,’ he said. . Amazingly good. My Steve was groaning. He had what he wanted. I had what it seemed I always needed.Then he eased an inch more in and I just accepted it. I actually wanted it even deeper. But he was building the pleasure in steady increments.My arsehole was stretching. My arsehole was accepting. My arsehole was also feeling like it was bursting, but I was so happy.Steve eased out. I couldn’t bear it. My arse felt deprived. But he licked my arse again. It felt even better this time. He gaped my. He was careful enough in his predation that his victims were never missed.Scanning the room, he started to get a curious feeling of unease, like something was about to happen. Suddenly he cocked his head to the side, his long brown hair shifting from the motion. There was an unfamiliar machine smell in the air, and a hum so faint even his ears could barely detect it. Scanning the room, he thought he saw an extremely faint distortion near the ceiling in the center of the room. It had been ages.