I down the second shot and set the jigger on the table. The Scotch is beginning to take effect on me when you emerge from the bathroom. I take my firs...t long look at you and am stunned by your beauty. You are wearing a coral nightie, tan thigh highs, pink thong, and black pumps. Your makeup is flawless and you are sporting a shoulder-length blonde wig. I notice a distinct bulge in your thong which is barely concealed by the hem of your nighty. You twirl for me as I exclaim, "Jenny, you look. "Just enjoy yourself. Let me take care of you." "Please Jonathan, don't..." Was all she could muster. Her mouth said one thing but her body said another. I fingered her faster. She spread her legs further for me. I was jamming them in and out of her now as she sat there with her eyes closed biting her lip. I slid off the end of the bed as slowly and quietly as I could. I moved between her legs and drew my mouth towards my penetrating fingers. My tongue darted between them licking at her.. It was possible she only wanted a massage.“Is something wrong?” she asked, obviously puzzled at my lack of an answer. “I mean I have this big suite that the casino comped me and I have not even used it. The least I can do is use it for a massage before I leave. God only knows my aching body could certainly use it,” she continued.“Well, I don’t have any oil or anything,” I stammered. It was the only thing I could think to say. I was still very flabbergasted.“When I pulled into the casino parking. Jewish too.”“That doesn’t excuse their behavior.”“No, it doesn’t. Was Wexler bullied?”“Yeah. According to Child & Family Services. They’re over on 4th Street, maybe they’ll talk with you. But Wexler was only a target in grade school. By middle school, he turned things around, became the bully.” She added more sugar, stirred her coffee, “He changed himself into a genuine tough guy. Small as he is, not many want to gravel-dance with him.”I nodded, neither did I.“And he spent some time on the.