Trust me i was that GUY.her lips were like sugar and her pussy lips were the honey trap.i knew she was ready for me.not only because i could smell her...juices but also i could feel her heat.and i could hear her groans.i loved kissing her.her mouth was so inviting.but her cunt was too.i could feel her waiting for me.it was like the venus fly trap wanting you urging u waiting for you to pollenate the flower!!i wanted to enjoy the experience agian.my feelings from the previous night werea bit. On the same wall as the door, opposite the kitchen, was a large closet. The doors were open to reveal a washer and dryer. Directly in front of Angel was a hallway, there was a small linen closet at the other end. There were three other doors. One was undoubtfully a bathroom, the other two Angel guessed were bedrooms. It was the typical apartment floor plan. She was still looking around when she heard him putting his keys on the table and take off his jacket. “You can set your bag down wherever. He wanted to roleplay. So I started fighting as he grabbed one of my legs and pushed it towards the left side of the area, towards the metal wall where one of the straps was attached to the wall in a belt buckle shape.I tried fighting, tried kicking, but Brians muscles overpowered me. He secured my thigh with leather straps, and my feet. It was high up in the air, strapped in, so I couldn’t move my left thigh.Brian did the same with my other leg. He then moved to my arms. The same thing. That made him feel a little better. He still controlled their money and she couldn't get them into trouble again even if she had a bad relapse.Amber's money started dribbling away after they each had dealt a few more hands. The deal came back to Frank. "My lucky guy," said Amber, slurring her words a little. She had just finished her third beer. Frank winked at her. She had won every hand he dealt. This hand broke her streak and she found most of her money gone. "I'm sorry honey," she said.