CO2 assured me that there were individuals covering all the open racetracks in the country for me. They would relay the betting information to him, an... he'd tell me which horses to bet on, and how much I was supposed to bet.The first time we lost a bet, I was very shocked. I thought we were going to win all of them. I would go up to the betting window and place five or six different bets at a time, usually one or two bets per racetrack. When my bet won, I'd go to a different window and cash one. That feeling, of thirty seconds, of getting suffocated by a woman’s gorgeous breasts was the best feeling I could ever imagine in my dreams.Even my fantasies never seemed to be this good and I was licking her all over her boobs. She was now looking like a sex goddess with her red bra almost on, and her hot pants. I kissed her all over her body, every inch of her back and removed her hot pants to find a clean shaven vagina dripping wet with juices from the past thirty minutes. I told myself that. Chantelle responded by saying every way possible if I blew my load inside of her at the end.Marlene then suggested that we start off doggy style as this would give her the best penetration and she could feel my entire cock sliding deep inside of her. Chantelle quickly turned over, got up on all fours and offered her extremely wet pussy to me. She looked back over her shoulder as if to say, “Hurry Up” get on with it. I moved up on the bed and placed the tip of my cock near her pussy lips and. * This all seemed strangely familiar to her somehow, and she wished she could remember something, anything. Her eyes started to fill with tears and her teeming chest heaved, while needles of fear and anticipation flipped wildly in her stomach. She began to argue helplessly with the metal attached to her wrist, pulling with all her might, but the shackle remained grounded. Realizing that her efforts were futile, she looked around for something she might use to assist in her escape, but then she.