I'd be there in my mini skirt and a tank tee or tube top, sometimes counting cards, or running ratings on the computer or doing little cleanup jobs on...the tables and pit stand. Most of the guys (and some girls!) loved how I dressed, it was three to two odds that I would be commando at work. I made lots of friends the first week on the job. They even had a little joke about guess who: 'Las Vegas is hot,' someone would start, 'but Dari makes it hotter!' another person would chime in.About four. Slow strokes of my finger tips on one, my mouth on the other. Then I switch sides making them so tight they should ache. I let the tip of my tongue barely brush the taunt peak of your nipple. My warm breath heating it, until finally I lick and circle it with the ball on my tongue. Then I’m sucking it into my mouth savoring the feeling of rolling it on my tongue. I let the suction go to lave and run the ball around it again, breathing my warm breath on it. As I move my head to switch to the. I look up at you with a smile in my eyes. I start to move my free hand to my left nipple. I can feel your ball tighten, so I suck harder.You rip me from your dick and pull me up to my feet. You bend me over the couch. You rub my ass, then without warning you slap my ass hard. I scream out!“Shut up and take it!” you hiss in my ear.“You are not allowed to talk unless I say so,” you say dominantly and continue spanking my ass.“You are a naughty slut and you need to be punished,” I happily nod in. “Yeah, especially when one’s name has both an English and a Cajun pronunciation. I know my husband says he’s given up.” Smiling because I just thought of Bill, I continued. “But I just GOT the name and I’m rather fond of it.”“Just got it?”“I got married right after my sixteenth birthday. My husband’s an alumnus here. Electrical engineering. Another reason for Doctor Seavers to raise a very expressive eyebrow.”“Doctor Seavers told me that you had attitude, if nothing else. I read your letters.