Harold usually comes in two mornings a week to gamble. Apparently they're the mornings that he starts work at about 11 o'clock instead of 9 AM. He was... usually one of our coffee customers as he put in a couple of hours at the slots.It turns out that he is a tour guide out at Hoover Dam. Now, I'd been out there a few times, usually when I had relatives from out of town in for a visit. It's one of those 'must see' type of places for visitors to the city. But all we'd ever done, of course, was take. "Then she said something I never thought she would."I'm willing to sleep with both of you. Together, separately, whatever you want, Dean."Anita was pretty--not prettier than Camille, of course. It was an offer most men wouldn't refuse. But I didn't think twice."Sorry, Anita." I had Camille. I loved her, and I didn't need anybody else. "Why don't you ask her?" Fuck you. Fuck you, Dean." She practically spelled the words the second time.I saw Camille again a few minutes later, back in the party.. She took her fingers off my g-spot and pinched my clit hard, pulling and stretching it until I gasped. I could hardly stand as she pinched and pulled even harder but this time as she let go a jet of cum spurted from my pussy. Again she pinched and stretched and again I squirted over and over until my orgasm relented. “She’s ready for you Ian”. My heart was pounding as Vicky stepped forward and kissed him passionately, stroking his cock slowly before pulling away and directing him towards me.. Well, no shit who came forward to assist anyway!I have no idea what the little bitch made of it when she eventually opened her eyes to find a scruffy — soaking wet — tramp, who smelt of stale beer crouching over her. But a young copper arrived about that time and took over, so I never did find out.I did discover that some bastard had nicked my bleeding beer whilst I'd been occupied though; so I weren't in the best of moods as I made my way to my spot in the dunes, to sleep away a dry day.A.