"A friend of his has a half share in an illegal gaming club in Leeds, he hired Mickey and me to entertain the punters one night, paid us well too, did...'t he Mickey?"My sister nodded. "Very well." and she took up the story."After we'd done our little act, we went back down and played the wheel, we lost of course, in fact, we lost all we'd earned that night, we thought nothing of it when he offered to loan us two hundred pounds each." An act of kindness," said Angie bitterly, "Try to realise. I clicked the TV on and started the channel surfing. I glanced on the watch. A quarter to seven. I checked the food and decided to lower the setting to minimum. At seven o'clock I started to get uneasy. Butterflies in your tummy, you know. Although recently Jen started to get home a little later, I couldn't remember her coming home after seven.At quarter past seven I stationed myself near the window looking at the street. A stupid thing to be sure. Our cul-de-sac was quiet and a car coming in. I started to feel myself having to piss. I tried to hold back but I couldn't hold it and I started to piss all over this man's hand, the managers cock and the floor. The men cheered me as I let loose. They said I was the best slut to ever come in here. The manager came in me then, flooding my pussy again and again. The black gentleman then pulled out of my mouth then turned me around, leaned me against one of the chairs and pushed his cock right up my cunt. His cock was huge and hard, it filled. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, as her hand caressed my tummy. On any other day, this would be a typical sweet romantic gesture from Stacy. And it could be easily mistaken for one now. But, her comforting me was joined by the cruel reality that she was wearing Rick's black tee-shirt and it smelled of cigarettes. Stacy and I never smoked. So the smell of cigarettes on Stacy's tiny little body seemed so foreign. She saw me looking at the black shirt and as she continued caressing.