It must be the crazy energy of Vegas that helped put her in this predicament. Maybe the city had a different effect on different people. Honor sat bac... on the hotel couch, eyeing the poker table in the middle of the room. The immense concentration of the players did not waver, all were intent on winning the pot and her as well. The dealer did his job like a robot, calling out who won the hand, telling them to place their bets, and asking them how many cards they wanted. She was free to go at. I can’t do it. Not like this at least. Jenny deserves better than this. Text message to Beautiful Jenny Jenny, you deserve better than this. I won’t say it. Jenny I stare at the text that Jacob sent and felt like I had just been punched in the guts. He won’t say it… I waited too long. He moved on. I’m a fool for thinking that he would wait for me. A tear drops from my eyes and onto my phone. I wipe my tears away and take a deep breath. Text message to Jacob Oh… Okay… That’s okay… Uhm,. "I'm not ready to . . . " "Don't be silly. Of course you are." Her look turned serious. "You've helped me put together a dozen complex presentations. You know the pricing, the presentation techniques and what we can do for them. There's no one better qualified to do it. You've even directed photo sessions on your own. You're better qualified that ninety percent of our sales people." Modesty aside, that was all true but I'd never done a presentation on my own. Not the least of my worries were. Would you take these," she looked down at her chest, "off me."The man shook his head. "No, not yet slut. Besides once I do, you'll hurt more than you are now. But they'll come off ... eventually. Right now though I have plans for them."Jori groaned slightly. But she had to admit to herself that the pain had dulled to a low throbbing. She had told him he could do anything he wanted after all. Besides her shoulders were aching more than her tits at the moment. But before she could make another.