“Anything?” She whispered sexily.“Anything!” “How do you get started?” came her slightly slurredvoice. The drinks...were a godsend. She was always sodamn fucking horny when she was drunk.“We get a deck of cards and see who gets the highercard. If you lose…” He smiled.He went to get the deck of cards and shuffled them andplaced them face down on the floor between them. Heleft the living room door open on purpose in case hewon.They began. He. "Not that it matters." She strode boldlyto the man. "The point is, you are mine." Walter'sexpression contorted. "What kind of stupid game is this?" "Tellme who you belong to," Gabriella insisted. "Noone!" "Really?" Gabriellaraised her eyebrows in an overtly sarcastic manner. "I think you eitherbelong to me," she shrugged, "or some guy named Bubba in San Quentin." Walter'sjaw dropped and simply hung loosely. "You wouldn't?!" "No?" Gabriellaqueried. "Well, I guess it's Bubba then. Pity. We could. I returned my thoughts to this huge cock entering my pussy. He slowly lowered me farther down on to it stopping every little bit. I could feel my pussy stretch and slide farther down onto his cock. He would moan and shake as every inch off it slid into my pussy. Slowly deeper and deeper it went into my pussy the feeling of it was incredible. I looked down and saw I had about half of him in me and felt my pussy start to tighten. I knew I was fixing to have yet another climax. I pushed. My hopes of a discreet seat were shattered when the maitre d' led me to a table near the bar. It was in plain sight of anyone that wanted to look. I had trouble believing they actually had a maŒtre'd. As far as I knew, the Inn didn't have a rating, four star or otherwise. When I considered Dora's snoot factor, though, it made sense. Who knows? If they went this far they might have food to match and be going for a rating.Zach was already seated, thankfully with his back to the sex goddess,.