.. Yeah, babydoll... Wouldn't that be fun?... You fucking littlepig... You are such a filthy worm, aren't you? A scum eating little worm. Youno good, ...lousy, opium addict... You are such a sick, cock-hungry, cum slut...Hmm? Maybe we need to take a little drive and go down to the meat districtso you can walk the streets to beg the gayboys to let you suck the thick,hot cum out of their cocks?... Doesn't that sound like fun? And I can bethere to open their pants and jack them to full erection and. Helooked each of us up and down, not sure what to make of us. He lookedaround and saw the office was empty. "Where is everybody?" he finallyasked."The office is closed. Everyone has been let go," Bob replied. We tookthe food and paid him for it. But of course the delivery boy had amillion questions. He looked around, and it did indeed seem that no oneelse was there. We waited for him to go, as we all felt ridiculousstanding there like we were.After the longest pause, the delivery boy. " "Come on," he goaded. "It's Vegas. It's the law. When someone buys you a tequila shot, you're obliged to drink it." "The law?" He shrugged. "Yeah, I'm sure I read it in a guidebook somewhere." I laughed, and finally conceded defeat. "Ok then... we don't want to break the rules." He cocked an eyebrow and grinned. "Are you sure about that?" I shook my head and laughed nervously. "Is that the city motto or something?" Well, when in Vegas... why not? These getaways are all about suspending. Not everyday a dark-skinned Athena comes blazing through this lily-white neck of the woods. Visions of her round bottom consumed him, her black mesh running shorts revealing the bottoms of her ass cheeks, a sexy yet start contrast to her muscular machine-like legs. Jacking off in broad daylight was hardly his M.O., but sometimes cheap thrills were better than no thrills at all. His pecker popped right out of his pants, anxious for daylight so it seemd, as his hand moved up and down its rigid.