....until that night in Vegas.The story begins at the Mirage where we were staying. It was summertime and the trip was just me and my best friend Caro.... We checked into our room and promptly went down to the pool to chill. Neither of us are huge gamblers and really only chose Vegas because it was a cheap place to go for a Friday through Sunday trip. There were a couple cute guys that flirted with us while we were there. They bought us a drink or 2 before realizing that these 2 married women. I even had her call out his name while we fucked. She told me all about how he would wear these leather pants while bartending and he had this perfect body with this huge cock that could be seen through his leather pants and girls would go crazy for him. She would tell me how good it felt to be stretched out like that and she would cum hard and fast and I would cum soon after. We both should have known then that this was a fantasy we shared. I was still coming to terms with the humiliation of. He was wearing jogging bottoms and a white T shirt. “They all come here” “Who” “Everyone who wants some action” I hadn’t a clue what he was talking about and looked bemused, he smiled and said “You don’t know do you” “No” I answered. As I looked at the surroundings he said “It’s nice and quiet we won’t get disturbed” again I looked at him questionably, he smiled and moved closer to me, he took my drink off me and placed it on the floor, then he put his hand on my knee, smiling he leaned. Holmes. This time she was dressed differently. Her ravishing red head danced against her naked shoulders. Her massive breasts were barely contained in a lacey black bra, revealing a cleavage most women would kill for. She also wore matching lace panties, with an open crotch. Her long muscular legs were adorned with black fishnet stockings, at the end of which were a pair of six-inch black stiletto heeled pumps. Her hands rested seductively on her hips. As she threw her head back in anticipation.