The King has lost track of how many songs that have played and she's lost count of how many times she's orgasmed. It takes a long time for the King to...cum so he pulls his cock out of her and says " When your shift is over we should get a hotel room so we can finish what you started ".They both get up and get dressed, the King says " I don't know how many songs played while we were in here " and he gives her $3,000. She takes the money but all she can think about is fucking him again, he leaves. What do I know about construction?’ ‘Jackshit, bro. Jackshit.’ John pulled long and hard on his cigarette. ‘What a cliché, drinking outside on a hot day. Let’s get the fuck out of here and get some bacon and eggs and figure out what the fuck we are going to to with our lives. We’re pathetic.’ ‘Yes, we are pathetic.’ Dave took the last sip and crushed the beer can with his hand. They heard a truck beeping as it backed up and then heard the sound of a crash. ‘What was that, dude?’ ‘Over there.. A woman came to play accompanied by her husband. Nubia shuddered again as the woman laid out her proposal."The loser will be suspended upside-down by spread ankles, have her cunt and ass filled by large dildos and have her breasts whipped while sucking the cunt of the winner."Rose chuckled, and said, "How about that black cunt in the first cage?" Done!"Nubia shook, realizing the ordeal to come. To make matters worse, her only protection from torture was now Rose's own card play, a poor ally. I bent down to get my clothes off the floor. I snapped on my thong, zipped up my super short plaid school girl skirt, and put on my white tank top. “Could I entice you to take off your shoes?” “Sure. You like feet?” “No, I’ve never gotten that, but want a certain look for you.” “Okay bigboy, the stockings too?” I had some fishnets held up by elastics. “Take them off as you dance.” “Can do? Anything else?” He was very specific. I liked it, I felt like an artist, plus there was that promised.