I had never really considered ball play before, but I was hook now.Misty’s ball worship came along with her telling me with each transition how much...she had bin craving a cock that would fill her up and as she put it “HURT ME”. I had never heard a woman say that she wanted it to hurt in real life before. Misty’s skilled mouth and hand on my balls hand me making a mess of myself as my pre-cum was now flowing like a water faucet, covering my abs and her hands in its flow. To my astonishment Misty. And the more he gambled, the more he lost. Ten to twenty thousand a night went into the coffers of the casino, even if it was just in IOUs.On the fifteenth night after our talk, I instructed our collection team to stand watch at the doors and direct Mr. Wade to my office when he arrived. I was sure he would be there and he was either going to pay... or he was going to pay. One way or another. Like it or not.He arrived a little later than usual but his wife was with him. My man intercepted them. I'd heard stories of agents keeping the images. I was allowed to keep myheels on as I passed through the metal detector. Miss Penny had remindedme to remove my jewelry before I passed through the machine but it stillbeeped at me as I walked through.Apparently both the underwire in my bra and the clips of my garter tabshad metal in them as it was discovered as they wanded me a little off tothe side to let other travelers through. That led to a pat down of mychest and upper thighs which was both. The others came and went, shtooping in the waiting room in between visits.I studied my mother, tied down on the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself when she awoke. She was naked, of course. She looked so small and frail laying there, yet I knew how much stubborn determination the woman had. That's how I knew that she would never compromise into accepting this place, that she would fight to the death until we found our way back to where we came.I just hoped that I could convince her to play along.