The year was 1990 and I was 18 and the hippest thing around was house and techno parties in Europe that would sometimes stretch across days at a time....I mean you wouldleave your house on Thursday night and get back on Monday night.Of course this only be accomplished through the use of controlled substances which we were allexperimenting with like crazy (again I cant go into the matter any further because the blog may be thrown out because of content).There where two worlds, the straight world. Down my belly, slowly stroking hot flesh, soft, yet burns with desire. The image of your face, watching me as your lips trail hot moist kisses across my stomach, uncontrollable trembling at the thoughts racing through my mind of you, my hands continue a fiery trail downwards. My head gently tossing against my pillow as my hands caress my thighs, my eyes closed in passion, seeing yours instead. My legs fall open, hearing your sigh as you view the moist center of my womanhood, my mind reliving. Her hand rubbed her wrists though, bright red marks burned where once was duct tape. She obvious struggled against her bounds, leaving indentations in her flesh indicating she had been forcefully bound. After that, she started to take off the clips, mostly the one that lay visibly on her swollen clit. It stung for bit, but the pain sort of subsided, and it didnt hurt to see the swimmer vigorously rubbing and massaging her clit to scrub that sizzling stinging sensation of having something. After two hours of feeding the one-armed bandit, you were down to your last ten bucks and decided, on a crazy whim, to throw it all into a single high-payoff slot machine at the center of the Luxor casino.Ten seconds later, you were a multimillionaire.The thing is, that wasn't the strangest thing that happened all day. Your new-found wealth allowed you to get a considerable upgrade in lodgings, and so you soon found yourself in the penthouse suite of the Mirage Hotel. It seemed that its.