By sevenin the evening she had won back fifteen hundred dollars. Things were lookingbright again! But somehow Lady Luck slipped out the back door when...Caitlyn wasn't looking.By closing time Thursday morning she had lost it all again and a great dealmore. In fact, the Casino Manager, an enormous black man with a large, affablesmile and small, hard eyes regretted to inform her that her credit card debthad exceeded her limit. Shaken out of her gambler's daze (and the happy buzz of several free. I check my watch half and hour goes by - then an hour - another announcement - the driver still doesn’t know how long we'll be there. He's still facing me - but starting to look rather anxious and sweating - I ask if he's OK. He looks annoyed - and answers that he's perfectly fine - just got an important meeting to go to. I say - sorry - he looks a bit sheepish - then says that actually he was starting to regret having the third cup of coffee at breakfast - I said I was feeling much the. "No," I half-laughed nervously."Oh," she said. "It's just that after pulling up my own sagging stockings earlier today, I saw you do exactly the same action just a few minutes ago." Fuck, I thought, and I could feel my face going red. "I saw you grab at your trousers and pull up one leg, and then almost immediately the other leg. I thought, it looked like he is pulling up stockings. Then I thought, Oh my God! He is pulling up stockings!" I barely had the composure to say anything but tried. It was a tremendous relief, as I had no idea what Iwas going to say to justify my behavior. She then proceeded to gentlyslide those yummy panties slowly up my legs. I stood up eagerly so thatshe could complete the task. Once in place, she softly fondled methrough the panties, again quickly bringing me to full arousal. "Let'slook at some more of these delights," she purred. "I know you can'twait." "You might be wondering where all this came from. Do you remember whenwe had to cancel that.