He pushed his hand under them and found my dick. Mmm very nice, he said. Thanks I told him. He rubbed my dick for a couple of minutes till it started...to get hard. He whispered in my ear, take them off. Shocked, I froze. Soon I felt him push them down, and pulled them down my legs. All I could do was lay there as he said to move my legs apart. As he pushed his hands between my legs, they fell on either side of the lounge chair. He rubbed my dick with one hand and slid the other down and rubbed. "Amy? This is Jon, over at IT. One of my techs just saw someone messing with Carl's BMW. He thought they were trying to break into it or something. Just a head's up, so you can let him know!"Easy-squeazy.My second call was to Russ to tell him that Carl was on the way."Primary Target in-bound. The B Team is in position. Make hay while the sun shines!"Carl came running out the main door of the Casino with one of his Special Project goons with him. He ran over to his car, which did appear to be. It wasn't Amanda's idea for the night out. It was her slut friend Tracy's idea. She was a cock hound and everyone in school knew her as the slut.Well, Amanda and I got married. Of coarse that little slut Tracy was one Amanda's bridesmaids. It wasn't 6 months later that Tracy herself got married to this older rich guy she met during a business meeting out West. I felt more at ease when that little slut moved to the West coast to live with her new husband.Amanda told me stories about Tracy. He wanted to know whom she think shot me and who had it in for me. She had told him she knew of no one who was an enemy of mine. She told him it could be just a drive-by. Detective Jackson told her a drive-by is at the front of the house. Not in a back yard. He said who ever did this wanted me dead, which scared her.Well I never got a chance to talk to Detective Jackson while I was in the hospital. A patrolman was shot and I guess everyone was out looking for the shooter. I got my skull put.