"See, I told you I had them somewhere. Now you can stop begging me to buy some!" Mom bit her lower lip lustfully as she looked at them, then shook her...head clear. "Please Jillian, lets go to your house. I can't do this here. I don't feel comfortable..." "Oh hush up or I'll stuff that apple over there in your mouth!" My mother's eyes went wide as Jillian did a double take and went over to the partially bit apple. "Where the heck did this come from?" "I...um..was having it before you came. "What the hell is that?" Free spins," I said. "We each get fifteen free spins and that is sorta the point of the game." We watched the reels go around and around (or a poor simulation of around and around) and watched them stop to count (or not) any winnings."Jeez, all of that racket for forty bucks?" I won one hundred and ten," I snipped. I looked at his ring finger again and said, "I can't imagine you getting lucky with that ring on unless a hooker is okay." I not sure how one finds a hooker. "How about a nice glass of sherry?"Without waiting for my response, he poured us two generous measures from a cut glass decanter from the sideboard. I noticed that hanging in a dark corner of the room was yet another Victorian corset, this one in purple, with vivid emerald side panels and a black bra and suspenders. And as if I needed further sexual arousal, alongside it hung a Victorian print of a buxom corsetted lady, face-sitting an aristocratically-attired gent who she was expertly. Memories of the previous evening were playing and replaying in her mind. She couldn’t believe her boyfriend had dumped her by text! At 24, she was a tall woman, with long dark hair and 36C breasts. Her best assets were her long legs, which she loved to accent with short skirts and knee-high boots, such as the ones she was wearing today. She suddenly felt someone pressing up behind her and a hand clutched on top of hers. Turning her head, Karen found herself looking into the eyes of a tall, dark.