Brad moved closer, with his face closer to hers now, and with a movement that felt more like a tease, he got closer, just touching. She picked on the... cue and slowly they moved to kissing. It always happened that way, the uneasiness and then the passion. She liked his kisses, they felt strong and knowing. Their kissing was passionate and they both felt overcoming to the heat generated by their closeness. They wore only their bath robes while sitting in bed, and their robes fell. It sent chills down her spine. She knew she would soon have to live up to her end of the deal.At noon the next day Jack called as he said he would.“Hello this is Dani,” Danielle answered.“Danielle. It’s Jack. Listen closely.” Jack commanded.“I will be in Vegas on Friday. My flight lands at 10:00am. From the airport I will go to Mandalay Bay. I’ll text you the room number when I know it.”Jack paused. “Do you understand so far?” he asked.Danielle eeked out a “Yes.”Jack continued, “At 11:00 I. I poured a shot of vodka to calm my nerves and then headed to the bar. When I got there I parked and suddenly I was so scared I couldn’t move. I was sitting there dressed like a sissy slut, ready to go dance but I just couldn’t make myself move. I sat there for 30 minutes trying to make myself get out of the car. I was looking at BBC porn on my phone trying to work up courage when I heard a tap on my window. I looked up, surprised and saw a sexy black guy standing outside my car. I rolled down. Wasn’t everybody? That’s why they sold rubbers. I was careful. For me it wasn’t so much the sex, or the fun of it, it was mostly about getting even. I didn’t know or care who I was paying back; I only knew I had to spear as many twats as I could.This went on for weeks, months even. However, even the most licentious man, the worst libertine gets tired after a while. Sex that is the fucking, blow jobs, jamming my dick up girls’ asses gets tiresome after a while. I had to admit it; I was kidding.