I lost in five moves. Then, sniveling like a pathetic piece of shit, I bet the life of the first girl I’d ever loved to get another shot at gambli...g for my life. I lasted ten moves. Ten moves for a life. That’s all it took. Ten moves to trade her life for mine. It was a good deal, a bargain even, the man in the bowler hat said before packing up the chess pieces again. I remember asking if he was from Hell. My mother had been a good Christian all her life, something I could never. You might think Oleg was a cold hearted murderous bastard but in fact his parents were lawfully married even before he was born.For several years Oleg drove to Sheffield each Thursday evening to pick up a slut. He would take them to the Premier Inn by the M1 and have them fist themselves. He loved to watch them struggle. He always took a rubber sheet and plenty of lube.The old ones were the best, he wanted someone who could take the dildoes easily but not too easily. The teenagers were. Once I read through all of my correspondence, I decided to respond to one of them in particular. He always had a way of titillating me with his words, even when he's not trying to. As I drafted my reply to him, a black box appeared in the upper right hand corner of my screen."How's Vegas Wonder Woman?" the black box asked."Having a great time, and I was just emailing you back," I replied, already smirking with anticipation.A few pleasantries is all it took before I started to feel that oh so. The woman opened her mouth and her eyes sparkled in anticipation. Then the first big load cum splattered across the woman's face. Cassy nearly orgasmed from just the sight. Her fingers were gripping Gary's so tightly he had to reach down and push her hand away."I'm sorry did I squeeze too hard?" Cassy said as she realized what had happened."It's ok now. You just got a little excited that's all." Gary said as he squeezed Cassy's tit but instead of pain she moaned with pleasure."Let's watch.