She was naked, and beautiful,with almond eyes and long black hair that reached to her waist. Her arms andlegs were slender, but well-formed. A black s...mi-diamond decorated her groin,and though Sam tried, he couldn't keep his eyes from drifting there. "I'mTomiko," she said. "I'm one of the guardians of this place. Why areyou here?" "I . . . I don't know," said Sam. "You seem like a nice man," said Tomiko. "But you've broughtbad men with you." "Bad?" said Sam. "Yes. They want to hurt me and my. She turned the night stand lights both down low, so there was enough light to see well. Mrs. Jones took off all of her night clothes and got onto the king size bed. She propped her head up with a couple of pillows and slipped another one beneath her shapely hips. Her medium sized tits spread out on her chest and her big nipples were standing at attention. She slowly massaged her breasts with both hands. She also alternated stroking her pussy with both hands. Soon her pussy was leaking fluids. As she passed her defeated opponent, Allison whispered, "Later, bitch!"Jeanette's serene features blanched for a moment as she recalled the bet she had allowed herself to be goaded into making.Later that evening, Jeanette stood nervously outside the victor's Hotel room and knocked timidly. Then, throwing her shoulders back, she knocked more firmly. Timid women don't get to the finals. She had made the bet, and she would see it through.The door opened and Allison visually devoured her victim for. And I tip well.” I caught the eye of the nearest bartender and pointed to my empty glass. She nodded. “Shit, Derek. What’s it been? Two years?”“Three and change, but who’s counting?”My drink came.“A double, for last call,” the bartender said. “Congratulations again. And thanks for the tips tonight.”I raised my glass to her. “No, thank you.” To Derek I said, “Last call. You want anything? I’m buying.”“Nah, man. Driving. All good. Thanks though.”The bartender nodded and headed back to the.