I ran an honest game, and the players appreciated that, though the bartender was a little pissed that I did not cheat so that I could rake in more mon...y. My feeling was, if he wanted a cheating game, he should put in a faro table. Everybody knew that those were crooked.Anyway, I went for a week, making enough to get by, but steadily learning the trade. One rich rancher did drop in on the game on Friday night, and he lost a little over $200. He was really pissed off, but he did not accuse me of. How I fell in love with this ugly duckling and by the power of my love alone, transformed her into a diamond in the rough. Well, to fit any more clichés into a sentence would not only be a crime against English majors everywhere but it would also be completely against my character. You see, I?m a letch; a down and dirty foul-minded letch. Let me explain a bit further?this girl and I, we work together at a catholic mission. I grew up in the church. I know all the rhetoric and while I decided. Faith was completing a two year office management career program at the Community College when they met at a club one night. He was overwhelmed by her smile and cuteness as were many others. Once they started dating, he also found that she had a certain naiveté about her that he found charming along with an innocence that she seemed to wear like a glove. Once they were married, she finished her college work and then stayed at home to take care of her new husband. She retained her freshness for. I was becoming cock drunk and he was enjoying it. I would look up and take his wet cock, and smear it all over my face before taking deeper into my throat. With every trip into my throat, it would come out covered with my throat slime, hanging off my lips and his cock and dripping down my chin. He grabbed my head with his left hand and pulled my mouth off his cock the gripped the base of his shaft with his right, strings of spit hanging."You like this cock don't you bitch?" I fucking love your.