To the right side of the couple was a guy sat on his own, dressed in white shirts and black trousers. The young girl, who was tall, slim, and very pre...ty with high cheekbones that would be enough to make the cover girl on Vogue magazine feel envious, dressed in a tight short and very revealing black skirt and small white blouse that snuggled up nicely to her cleavage.They were all very drunk. I had no choice but to sit awkwardly in between them.You know that thing you find yourself doing. The table was empty, as was the rest of the casino on a Wednesday night. We each grabbed a stool and purchased chips. I dropped two grand and the dealer gave me a huge stack of low value chips; I asked if she had something larger and the pit boss asked if we'd like to go to the high roller's room. I liked being with the rest of our group of people, so I left the decision up to Angus. He wanted to stay out on the floor as well, so the Pit boss went and returned with some larger chips.I wasn't. I was moaning and crying like a bitch. He was grunting a lot so I was actually thinking he came at some point. He didn’t though. He kept fucking me until at one point he stopped and said he had some shit on his dick. He told me to go to the bathroom and clean off because I sharted. I shit on this married mans couch at his family house lol. It wasn’t my fault though! I was uneducated on cleaning my ass out at this point. I’ve gotten better lol. And he was really fucking me good. Anyway, we both. “Doesn’t it smell good in here babe? I went and bought a new Jack Frost candle this afternoon!” My voice was purposefully a notch higher than usual. He nodded quickly, tilting his head back slightly to take in the scent. My eyes were drawn to his strong jaw line, and the gentle slope of his cheekbones. It took all I had to hold in the needy gasp that was welling up in my chest. He looked back towards me just in time to see me slide the white sweater over the top of my head. Immediately his.