Since the place was almost empty, I was able to strike up a conversation and over the course of one cheap meal, I got invited back to her place. After...a quick fuck and some talk, I was able to deduce there were local poker games where it was possible to walk away with considerable cash. I convinced Adele to help me get into those games. The only problem was I was short on cash. Over the next few days, Adele had gotten addicted to my eight-inch thick cut cock and I had gotten addicted to her. Watching the big bikers take their new slave, and disappear. He walks over to his wife and proceeds to pet her cheek telling her how good she is being and that she is now his slave, since she wanted to stay with him and now has no choice. She just nods weakly and tries to smile for him. He cuts her loose and orders her to take a shower and douche well since he wants her all cleaned inside and out. He then tells his daughter to go clean up or do whatever she needs to for about thirty. I also noticed she had - indeed - unbuttoned the next button on her blouse. Now, there was REALLY something to see. She left for a moment, but returned quickly. Now, she was overtly leaning forward - having figured out what I would enjoy. We talked as I ate, and I had difficulty keeping my eyes looking at hers. I leaned forward again, and she did so as well. I whispered, "Thanks - you have incredible tits!" Now, normally, I would not use such language - but thought I had little to lose. She. Ashley’s wonderful smell was intoxicating, and from the reaction in my jeans, I wanted to find its source. I quickly returned her panties to their box, where I found one of Ashley’s bras. The tag on the inseam read ’32C’. My eyes closed, and the thought of her firm melons being restrained by this lacey elastic, begging to be released, flooded my mind. The bulge in my pants had not been this hard in years. I placed the bra with the panties, and tried to regain my composure. Ashley soon appeared.