That’s a story for another day. When one is rich, people flock to you. I love to spoil women and they like to spoil me. It’s a win-win situation.I...met up with Candy when I was at a convention in Atlantic City. I was staying at the Golden Nugget. Candy was at a blackjack table and had just about lost her shirt. Lady luck wasn’t kind to her that day, until she met me. I bought her several drinks and we talked for a while. She was absolutely beautiful.She was young, blonde, and had a gorgeous rack. When she moved, I held her hips in place even though I was told to stop.“Luke, it’s embarrassing,” she said.“It’s beautiful.”“Stop it!”“No.”I then kissed each of her cheeks which made her giggle. I looked at her as she looked back at me, gripped her hips tighter and grinned and flicked my eyebrows at her. I then made as if I was going to kiss her pussy. Tina started to squirm like mad, so I let go of one hip and smacked her cheek, which shocked her, making her stay still. When I looked at her. The top was in English and the bottom was in Turkish. Their alphabet's fairly close to ours. Every so often I recognized things like "KY" up on the screen.(Oh, thank goodness they're going to lube that monster boner up first!)For the most part I realized it was Jackie doing most of work for this scene. As it turned out most of my actions were all reflexive anyway, especially when Jackie shoved the business end of that strap-on,ALLTHEWAYIN!I was all like,"WOah! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!. The other woman was still talking. “Heather? It isHeather, isn’t it?” Heather’s head began to clear and the voice began tocome through. It sounded familiar. As her vision clearedand focused, she realized the woman in front of her was herart professor, Traci Henderson, from the college. Shesuddenly felt embarrassed and nervous. She was standing infront of one of her favorite people with her chest hangingout, dildos up her ass and twat, hotter than shit.